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 heart without soul
like a lone, barren afternoon
like a waning crescent moon ..............
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