Grateful for the sunrise to make me
rise again from the blanket of dusky sky;
Grateful for the sunset to remind me
the beauty of life in every darkest lie.

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.... and the moon mumbled,
"A soul like yours is
just a she-wolf and
a bit of poetry"....

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You see yourself
in the colors of rainbow
but;
I feel myself
in the sky full of stars.

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She just wants to spill out
her soul to the moon.
It can wake up
by the sprinkle of sunshine but
she wants to remain as a mysterious one.

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What a justice she did by
being a selenophile!

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Framing her dreams,
letting them fly,
flying with them;
She knows all these things divinely as
she is the conjurer of all these.

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The night was coming to end.
Even the darkness seemed to be
moving with it.
As if they were illustrating the
essence of walking together.
The moon was gradually detaching
itself from her soul.
Embracing herself with her sweet self,
she was attempting to cross
the dense forest of sleep.

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From the terrace,
under the sky full of twinkling stars,
I spill words in the air
like a glass of red wine.
Like a fresh sheet of paper
I write my whispers on a wintry night
to be carried away on their way
to make a bridge between
the spilled wine and
the twinkling stars.

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Drift swiftly towards the moon,
the moon also yearns to see you .

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If her dream had wings,then she would be the only greater bird of paradise of the world having dreamy coloured wings.

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