I sat on the green meadow,
Staring at the mysterious moon.
Languishing through the imperishable window,
My eyes conveying my desire so soon.
Quite innocent though mysterious,
Silvered pearl radiating luminous.
Enchanted by its utmost silence,
Wan look of someone seeking guidance.
Twinkling stars surround its vicinity,
Enlightening its own dignity.
The ceaseless vehemence of the night,
Enhancing my zeal of blithe.
Benevolence bestowed down from heaven,
Moonlight showering the warmth fallen.
What a lonely feeling of poignancy,
Capturing the passion of fantasy.
Its charm beyond phrases to describe,
For the nature has nothing to bribe.
So simple yet beauty captured its elegance,
Wiping out all my sorrows and arrogance.
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The lost soul
PoetryThis is a poetry about a lone soul lost in thoughts,struggling with depression and solitude. I shall be writing 15 short poems about my feelings and my current state of mind.🥀
