Night drops the veil gently,
Stars sing to a tune unique,
None but you hear the melody.
Moon rises to light intently,
Only you know this clique,
Resides in the heart, the destiny.
The romance sighted differently,
Of moon and stars in speak,
Like apples dipped in honey.
Stars sing to a tune unique,
None but you hear the melody.
Moon rises to light intently,
Only you know this clique,
Resides in the heart, the destiny.
The romance sighted differently,
Of moon and stars in speak,
Like apples dipped in honey.
I wonder as usual you got magical words or you got magic so words listen to you.
ReplyDeleteHaha.. No magic, it's plain admiration of the stars and the moon.
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