Full moon, alone
In a blue full moon, alone
The night of shivering wind drift away whistling
And the pain and exhaustion drawn into eyes
Confused in the dark shadow, wayward in the illusion of the way
Staring at the deep blue with two eyes
One little, fade, innocent face,
Or blue dream of the street with the shadow of amber light
This sky full of stars is like scars of a night covered with mist.
And the lost tune might drift into this shadowscape street,
The heart of the edge of illusion covered with silver mist,
Silent breaks when a nocturnal bird calls
like dew drops in the soft, wet grass.
Staring at the deep blue with two eyes
One little, fade, innocent face,
Or blue dream of the street with the shadow of amber light
This sky full of stars is like scars of a night covered with mist.
Night in a far away street, cold and alone
In a blue crescent with alone, bare alone moon,
Kiss of the light of amber at the grey black street
In a sleeping city of silent night, alone.
Staring at the deep blue with two eyes
One little, fade, innocent face
Or blue dream of the street with the shadow of amber light
This sky full of stars is like scars of a night covered with mist.
- Rahi
14.04.2024

miracles & some do not. They shared the joy of living, But may be they didn't know they just pretends that they are happy.