Crescent Moon


Many moons ago

Whether spring or snow

Eyes waxed eloquent

Lips remained silent

Breaths tangled

Fell and climbed

Throes of emotions

Hearts connotations

Hands held softly

Yet gripped so firmly

Scared of loss

Of unwritten laws.

Longed lovely moonlit nights

Gazing at lantern kites

Sneaked in poems in solitude

sleepless  nights counting stars multitude..

time slips in stories galore

twining hearts becomes folklore

like embers of coal

like heart without   soul

like a lone, barren afternoon

like a waning crescent moon ..............



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