Watching the full moon
Coming out of the monsoon cloud
-In the middle of the lonely night
After the downpour
The sky seems to be smiling
Like her eyes
Shining bright and vivid
In our midnight paradise
Her eyes; brimming over in ecstasy
These sleepless nights
Bring her memories back
Not in pain nor in consolation
I can still count her steps
One, two…three... And the Fifteenth
Before she drove off
1st August 2018
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Author:
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