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 Moonlit Serenade


In the quiet of the eve

With the cold breeze flow

Holding hands of her moonlight

Walking with her glow


The moon shone brighter

Blacking the horizon stunned

The stars jealous of charisma

When she outshined the sun


Gods from the heaven

Disguised as rain, descend down

To touch the elegant skin 

Of the beauty of the town.


The trees bend greeting

The wind flirting with her

The soil kissing her feet

The mist making it blur


We stop, stand eye to eye

hand in hand, neared our distance, 

And confessed that she is

The meaning of my existence.


She then pulls me nearer

And our lips caress together

I too began glowing when

Quiet went the weather


Without saying another word

We just strolled ahead

The night itself shut her eyes

As our radiance began to spread…

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