crescent nebula

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by Vaibhvupadhyay

by Vaibhvupadhyay

My heart craves
for the crescent moon,
Of a light that doesn't burn.
My mind set to witness the doom,
Of the day when things don't turn. And the sunlight makes the pain more real. I sat along the banks to confront,
When the moon calls my name.
For the night is my cradle of comfort,
The sublime, the cliche and the
ordeal. May the I in me be
touched by the light,
And may I ascend to the
soaring heights,
To fall again and win the game.

~vaibhv