“Don't look at the moon”, she whispered to herself.
"You'll fall in love again.”
She sat by her cracked window, as she did every night, to see the murky night sky. She stared at the moon so long, she had its curves and spots memorized. Through the tiny cracks in the window, a part of the moon came flickering in. She placed her hands where the light fell. The moon was speaking to her and she could hear it.
Oh how she yearned to dance on the clouds tonight, among sparkling stars that sing a tune unheard. She saw eternity before her, in all its glory and wished she could stay here, like this, till the end of time. Was it the blue blanket of mist or the awaited end of another day that made her feel so magical?
Oh but she felt so magical.
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Feelings
PoetryFeelings. One disastrous yet wonderful word. A poetical story to give a glimpse into the life of a young girl who has an ocean full of feelings yet finds it hard to express them.
