Stars in the night-
One. Two. Three. Four.
Like promised candle-words
Light up the patient dark shore.
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Affluent jeers of friendship.
Mercedez thumps a beat, consistent.
Red turns green, off they leave.
For the night is well spent.
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Faintly falls a star.
Like a dewy drop
Midst the cider-wood.
Lost in airy-nothingness
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Stars scurrying in the sky.
Midnight, full of dust.
Clouds and clouds of it rises-
Like footsteps of children
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Strings of the lover parted,
His melodies-hanging and gifted.
The bottle kicked,
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Country clouds skimming the highland shore.
Treading the skinny sky,
Past the stars of delight, blanketing each
Once; for a while.
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Take a few strides, pass the crowd, flanked
By aged-familiar houses, faces known
To the patient Church -the cross still standing;
Where daily prayers meet to discuss!
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At Present, I'm a student, pursuing English Honours at Presidency College, Kolkata. Believing ardently in the magic of words, I always make a humble effort of creating a canvas with the aid of the magic with an abundance of original images, that we tend to overlook and overshadow in our everyday life.)
Huntress Moon
No star can sing.
No star can shine.
No star can rot.
No star can fall.
For She sleeps now.