Reddishness in the sky fades,
As the stillness in darkness ascends.
In the slight azure above horizon,
Birds return their homes together,
Flapping up and down their wings in twilight.
The calm and composure in the faint light,
Oozing out from clouds in flow,
Bathes the silent world with affection.
Its moon-face, a token of love for many
And a sign to embark into actions for werewolves.
For me, the face of moon reflects my heart.
I can touch my heart in reflection at lake.
A timid hush, as a comfort and healing
From the day’s tiredness is the moonlight for me.
Photograph Courtesy : Anshul Gautam's ViBGYOR
