She brings the Truce,
Even to my fight
I called her an angel,
As her eyes were so bright.
But when I behold her soul
I realise she is,
The star of my moonlight.
The pale body lying at the Dusk,
Devoid of feelings, oblivion to love.
modus operandi' of vivacity she recites,
Corroborating, she's the star of my moonlight.
Concurrent yet can't be unified,
She shines at days, I reflect in the night,
Yes, she was the one,
The star of my moonlight,
the star of my moonlight.....
~Vasu
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Moonlight
Poetry"Did you really not see it? Or were you too afraid to look?" This book is full of poems that will surely remind you of the first love you never had. 'My moonlight' is a collection of poems that I pour my heart writing and I hope you like it. It's fu...
