It seems though as if it were dreams -
the shimmering of moonlight on streams.
The creatures of the water can feel -
warmth of the light till their heart's fill.
Is it any fear that the darkness endure?
Nature flourishes in beauty, though obscure.
The moon sweeps away in its own quest -
while the chasing sun rise at an earliest.
Whispering clouds now full the air -
while the moon glided alone and bare.
Not to rest but just in the moment being -
night chases the day, clouds fleeing...
The aura of the night is a dreamy thing -
with gleam of first rays takes to wing.
The wind that is to fall upon the face -
will engulf the mind; vanish without a trace.
PRASENJIT©2024
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