The Rising Moon Poem by lalitha iyer

The Rising Moon



Blazing silver
behind the clouds
the rising moon-a visual treat
to the dark world
soaked with rains
full of passions
smelling night air flew
jasmine moon smiled behind
the blind clouds clueless hued.

Sunday, September 14, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: love and art
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