Poem

Moon Lit

Rijul BallalLeave a comment

Fast like the falling leave in

razor like winter breeze,

falls the night sky.

 

Quickly flows in the night-

moving shadow flowers,

the crescent moon beams.

 

Everything I touch

with tenderness, alas,

colored by moon light.

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