Last night the moon was silent and stare,
I blinked my eyes with lots of love and care.
I cherished the moment with the reminiscence,
each phase of the moment was wax and ware.
Whispers of moment, stories were untold and hidden,
fragments of laughter, reverberate of tears were stored.
The prologue of my story came out through the corridor of my heart,
I said to the moon let us cherish the...