It's the dark crescent moonlight
Telling their own stories.
The sweet gush of wind blowing
Unleashing a part of me unknowing.
The moon in the dark purple clouds shining
The soft music to my ears keeps me grooving .
The trees branches swings making the leaves smile
Urging me to keep my dark thoughts aside.
Even in the dark moonlight the twinkling stars
Are showing me path like a Knight in shining Armour.
Showing as if my fears are worthless
Telling me as if my smiles are mirthless.
These beautiful streets are screaming silence
Giving me a beautiful demilance.
- Shivangi Singh
