I see the clouds
wandering in the sky
in a lonely night
hiding from the fay of stars
eager to touch the lonely moon.
The moon whispers to winds
carry the clouds away from me
the wind blows to push the clouds to distant periphery
the wanton clouds jostle
their way to the desolate moon
the sea waves rise high
to cuddle and kiss the moon
moon showers cool nectar
to becalm the furious roars
of the aggrieved, impatient sea.
Moon escaped the gaze of stars
simmering, sinking on her
silvery wings in the corner
of desolate, distant sky.
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