The sky is somehow silver tonight
Thick horizons like raven tress
Flowing silver between the banks
The moon conjures up his own charm
With his dark countenance tonight
A core of black spreads to the periphery
And mingles into nightingale brown
The silver bright sky contrasts woth moon
The night weaves her splendor softly
Casts an enticing spell with her smile
The lips of sight reflect her inner self
The glow of dawn turns her pink
Then all she does is to merely wink .
Delhi
21.47
2055
2 .4.23
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