Soft Solitude

There he’s-the good old moon
Scared every night
As he ventures into the dark
Little does he know
What wins over the night
Is his heavenly light
There he is hiding behind the clouds
Mischief in his mind
Playing with his own brilliance
What the stars fail to see,
Is the loneliness in his game
For his helplessness brings him too much shame
As the morning comes,
The sun maliciously bidding him goodbye
He goes back leaving me alone
To wither in this wretched heat
Little does he know
Everyday I blossom for him
For it’s his soft gaze that makes me glow
I don’t know what I’d do
If he’d not be there to see me through
The end of everyday and rise of every night….

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