Whispers of the Moonlit Spring
Santanu Banerjee
Beneath the moon's soft silver gaze,
The mountain spring in silence plays.
Its crystal waters, pure and clear,
Sing love's sweet song for hearts to hear.
Like silk, it slips on stone's cool face,
A lover's touch, a warm embrace.
Each ripple hums, a tender sigh,
As starlight dances in the sky.
The breeze, a lover's whispered plea,
Caresses leaves in ecstasy.
The spring's soft murmur, gentle flow,
Speaks of a love the night will know.
In every drop, a dream is born,
A kiss, a vow, till light of morn.
The rocks, the trees, the stars above,
Are silent witnesses of love.
The moon reflects on waters deep,
Like secret passions lovers keep.
In nature's heart, love blossoms bright,
A mountain spring, a kiss of night.
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