In the serene moonlit night,
You walk silently
And gracefully
In the wonderful sky
With your invisible stature,
I listen to
The delicate sound
Of your divine shoon
With rapt attention,
Soon I forget my earthly existence altogether
And fly to you wholeheartedly with my
Sublime wings of poesy,
They call me mad.
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