Moon Lit night

One of my listener Uma tries to capture the romantic moon lit night in words

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

 

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