The moon passes behind the clouds,
it steals a glance and shies.
Lovely mystery kept in shrouds,
beyond which the wonder lies.
Each streak of light glows,
to change from dark to white.
Removing all the gloomy shadows,
into perpetual joy and light.
The moon speaks of love and desire,
with silver glimmer so bright.
For those always gloomy in despair,
you give hope and set things right.
Prasenjit©1997-2011
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