Diminishing the hegemony of the celestial fireball in the sky,
Eradicating its molten-gold beams,
The once salmon and purple sky,
transformed into a vast expanse of jet-black engulfing the earth.
A canopy of luminous stars materialized amongst the ocean of blackness,
And a wraith-silver disc hanging in the lonely sky.
The birds are silent in their nest,
And I must seek to mine.
With silent delight,
sits and smiles on the night.
Great words for the magical moon!
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Thank you Taruna
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