- The moon is decked up
To attend a party
Shining in its moonlight glory.
The stars are staring
They say the moon is like a fairy.
I'm sitting by the harbour
chatting with the moon's lover.
He's admiring her,
from afar.
His eyes reflecting her,
But they're light years apart.
His heart beating fast,
The waves reflect her like glass.
I'm sitting at the harbour,
Admiring them;
A bystander.
~ Samruddhi.
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This simple, complicated life.
PoetryA collection of poems that I wrote when thoughts overwhelmed me.
