Fullmoon was slowly rising,
moonlight started cascading,
Nature was fully reflecting,
Cool rays of God's blessings.
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The poem is written in the shape of a church bell. Saint Francis tries to wake the town dwellers Using the church bell again and again To enjoy the Bliss Supreme, but in vain.
A nice story and very interesting to read. Enjoyed. Thanks for sharing.
An intersting narrative poem