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Moon💙
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Matches with the theme of it;
A mystery to be solved
A poem to be recited
A hymn we hide forever-with love or
A history to be written-to glorify.
Our moonchild grows up
And dies in the midway,
Our heart gets gloomy
With the clouds in night sky.
Our dreams get obsolete
But of amour;forever,
Our glazes get bleared
But for sometimes;not forever.
So we rise again-
Like the moon of the blue night sky
Going through many phases
We rise up-always...
© Stranger
Matches with the theme of it;
A mystery to be solved
A poem to be recited
A hymn we hide forever-with love or
A history to be written-to glorify.
Our moonchild grows up
And dies in the midway,
Our heart gets gloomy
With the clouds in night sky.
Our dreams get obsolete
But of amour;forever,
Our glazes get bleared
But for sometimes;not forever.
So we rise again-
Like the moon of the blue night sky
Going through many phases
We rise up-always...
© Stranger
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