This moonlight that lights up..
Not for finding the way
This moonlight for getting lost..
These words not for telling
But for forgetting
what I would rather say..
Not for finding the way
This moonlight for getting lost..
These words not for telling
But for forgetting
what I would rather say..
This gentle breeze that came unasked
This wild fragrance that left me dumb,
This wild fragrance that left me dumb,
I give you!
I give you this breeze,
This wild intoxicating fragrance
This drunken moon to drink..
This wild intoxicating fragrance
This drunken moon to drink..
But I can't say how it feels
To be with you!
To be with you!
Whom do you want to be with, under the intoxicating moonlight?
ReplyDeleteHow can you ask? Poems are written out of shyness! :)
DeleteThey can be written out of shyness, how can you post out of shyness?
ReplyDeleteBecause shyness is also about communicating. No? Does that make sense or am I getting carried away?
DeleteNo, isn't shyness about keeping it to oneself. That's the whole way being shy works! ;)
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