the moon has sucked its belly in
a wisp of white thread and thin
did you look up at it in the sky
and for just a moment imagine
the same splash of space as I did
like a silent sigh of sound, fluid,
invisible, feather-cool and dry,
a grain of rice carved slow and languid.
wow :)
ReplyDeletethe moon never ceases to be a source of constant inspiration for us. this one is beautiful :)
True, and the fascination begins right from babyhood.. :)
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