The Moon Poem by Swati Pradhan
The Moon
The beauty of the moon
That hides a lot of scars,
Peeping through the clouds
Trying to steal a glance.
I perceived the moon
While resting on his lap,
Gazing up at the sky
I could see the moonlight
Adorning his pretty face.
The moon showered it's ecstatic light,
It was the brightest light of the night,
And with him it just felt right.
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