The First Moon Poem by abu tarek md tahsin
The First Moon
When the first moon
Stood over those white hills
And you held my hand
I felt
Dreams whisper
A thousand flickering tales
Of a destiny
We were meant to make
When the first moon
Stood over those white hills
And you held my hand
I saw love in those sparkling black eyes
I saw fire in your lips
I saw desire in your skin
And tasted eternity in your breath
When the first moon
Stood over those white hills
And you held my hand
I laughed and I cried
I sang and I died
To be born again
And again
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5/19/2024 4:51:21 PM # 1.0.0.1119
near of the moon in the mild light through the dim light feels the touching of you hand in the hand side by side on a smiling lips floating on the breeze dreamy not more than the reality o love