the light from the moon,
glides gently,
just above the surface of this river,
careful not to break her calm;
It soothes all who lay eyes upon her shimmering silken shores;

the waning moon,
gently climbs,
just over the horizon,
careful not to break the silence;
She calms all who hear her songs of solitude;

lustrous stars,
gently dance,
just beyond the edge of the land,
careful not to disturb the stillness of the night;
They give peace to all whose hearts writhe with turmoil;

my mind,
drifts gently,
just beyond the prism of my sanity,
careful not to fall in love;
It gives me courage that I may keep walking and one day;
“Find myself before the estuary”

By: Viraj Belgaonkar

Pen it... or aaa type it. u know what i mean.

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