Fireflies wet the shards of clouds with sighs —
The shadow's spring moon dips in a blue dream raft —
The black sky fades with the sea’s tears —
Under the crimson planet, the night deepens in the dense hizol forest.
Burnt by the moon’s pride on tattered wings —
The mystic traveler of distant lands is lost in the call of the dusky twilight.
- Author: Prasun Goswami ( Online)
- Published: October 17th, 2024 12:34
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 1
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