Aesthete Poem by Mrudula Rani

Aesthete



Your apotheosis of orb of night,
hast me in anxious anticipation.
For the recur of astral satellite.
Reckful of its lustrous amplification,
Its waxing and waning phenomenon.
Each lunation deeds a full moon so divine,
that vies with your smile, fitly a perfection.
Which begets image that's a delight of mine.

Aesthete
Thursday, October 17, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: love
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