Blue Moon Valley Poem by Anita Sharma
Blue Moon Valley
She is burning on a pyre
deep down into the stone valley
blue moon a glimmer
she is rising from the ashes
milky shimmers splashed her face
she lived in the blue moon valley
shinny sword laid besides
an arrow passed her head
heard a distant voice
Misha Misha
she imagined
Ooh Neel you have arrived
smile embraced her face
moon valley filled with
eternal glee
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4/19/2024 8:12:49 AM # 1.0.0.1119
A beautiful photo and a beautiful poem