🌙💚⭐ Hope We Listen To It⭐💚🌙

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Nobody apprehends well that shining moon of gloaming and lonely nights than I do.

When the stars tend to hide in the dark and sorrowful shadows of the clouds, that moon smiles radiantly.

"Oh look! How nasty those scars are," says a boy to the only one who shined in that night

Still, it smiles, covering its sadness behind its light.

"What a shame, can't the moon be in one shape?" says another. Still, it radiates brightly for him.

It can't share its pain as stars talk within themselves all night long.

And the dear moon stays alone and watches dusk turning into dawn.

Many of its lovers came and shared their stories and pain. It listened to them quietly and embraced them. But no one stayed with the moon till the end.

Still moon smiles.

Looking upon everyone in the hope it finds its listener someone who listens to him.

Wishes one day it finds that one before it walks away......





































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Thank u all for being here and reading my poem
Means a lot
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