Those keen, bright eyes sparkled in twilight,
And the lovely, big smile widened with delight.
When the waning moon hid behind the clouds' curtain,
Its reflective shine, seemed quite uncertain.
For the glimmer of the stars got brighter and brighter,
As they twinkled in millions, darker and lighter.
Countless stars in the endless sky,
Such magnificence, none could buy.
A perfect picture, a sight to behold,
The crescent held, plenty stories to be told.
A multitude of dreams, in those bright eyes they resided,
Spanning the vast sky; as moons and stars guided.
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Are you the 'starry night' type or the 'sunny day' type? Or both?
Do you like to observe nature?
Let me know your thoughts..
Take care. Stay safe.
Love and peace✌
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MUSINGS.. A collection of poetry
PoetryPoetry is.. beauty, style and grace; Poetry is.. insightful, precious and profound; Poetry is.. ecstasy, passion and glee; Poetry is.. past, present and future; Poetry is.. heart, mind and soul; Poetry is truly a blessing.. Feel the same? Somewhat...
