The cool light breeze blew past me
As the night was advancing.
The clouds were swaying to and fro.
The night forced me to stay up and not to go.
As the sun behind me went to sleep.
The moon emerged to look after me.
The fading figures of the trees
Were dancing to the murmurs of the breeze.
While the moonlight was greeted
With the susurrus of unknown origin.
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And Life Flows Along
Poetry'And Life Flows Along' is a book of poems that speaks of life's endless journey towards eternity carrying its different elements- love, sorrow, birth, death, loneliness and other shades. Dear Reader, I am 14 and have self-published this book of mine...
