The silence of the night sky
heralds
The indistinct arrival of the Moon
whose
Bloom seems to have been rhymed with
every
Breathe I take. The pulsating Himalayas get illuminated
Underneath- perhaps wakes up from a
dream,
Into another one, so does a civilization at distant lands,
Curiously wild and untamed, The Moon
gazes
At everything along the way
till
The first ray of sun
shines.
Your words takes me to completely different world. Amazing 👌
Good article.