(A super pink moon from the balcony) |
The passing clouds like a
veil
On the bride’s face, keeps
moving
Allowing the curious eye of the
moon
To peep at the people with the same
intend
The silent Sunday of curfew
Silenced the environment
The disappeared noise and light
pollution
Helped Illuminate the night
Ever so bright in the
moonlight
A game of high and low beam
At the pace of passing
clouds.
P.s. I'm having some mild headaches for the last few days, and so perhaps, I would be keeping away from staring at the laptop sometimes. Sorry if I couldn't check your blogs or post my blog. Take care