Moon Lit night
Clouds whisper to the moon,
as he passes her tanned face,
curtains her with white smoke,
to rave themselves in a secret place,
I, breathe in silence,
peeping over the window sill
Where reason comes to die
Clouds whisper to the moon,
as he passes her tanned face,
curtains her with white smoke,
to rave themselves in a secret place,
I, breathe in silence,
peeping over the window sill
Misty views of sun kissed foam Out here in the wilderness Froth and sand and surf all comb The darkness of her tress A beautiful poem written by my friend Kausambi
Misty views of sun kissed foam Out here in the wilderness Froth and sand and surf all comb The darkness of her tress A beautiful poem written by my friend Kausambi