Moon✨

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by ZariZarnab

by ZariZarnab

A night where the moonlight was bathing the world with its delight on the balcony of their house both of them were standing.
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Her eyes were fixed at the moon and his eyes were fixed on her eyes.

He felt like a wanderer who wanted to be astray in those eyes forever.

He wanted to sink into those eyes.

"Why are you looking at me like that?"she questioned making eye contact.

"What were you looking at?"he asked.

"The moon"she responded

"I was also looking at
" the moon".

" The moon's reflection in your eyes"

"This blemished imperfect celestial resident being flawlessly captured in your eyes."

"I opposed its aesthetic exaggeration by poets"

But
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"Your eyes"
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compelled me to praise it.

"Your eyes"

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made me adore selenistic poetry.
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Your eyes forced me to be a poet"
he whispered in a soft voice.

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Should I write a book about this couple?Do let me know.