On the edge,
you receive the onslaught
of moonlight.
Drummed and sawed,
you take up the challenge
and move on.
In rains
the dreams wash the rainbow
inviting the Iris.
Tonight, you
will have an audience
will the estranged god.
A taper
in the sun wants its
place on the moon.
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Author:
satishverma (
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- Category: Nature
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