Sadiya Anwar

(28th june / India)

The Moon


As I sit by the beach
Under the calm moonlit night
Seeing lovers hug and kiss
Confess their love
I sit here looking up
Gazing at the moon like a two year old
Awing at its beauty
As its vibrant white serene's my soul
My hair wind blown across my face
Around my fingers my hair lace
I turn and twist and dance in its light
Forgetting this world
That is not so bright.

Submitted: Saturday, April 05, 2014

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Poet's Notes about The Poem

As I sit by the beach
Under the calm moonlit night
Seeing lovers hug and kiss
Confess their love
I sit here looking up
Gazing at the moon like a two year old
Awing at its beauty
As its vibrant white serene's my soul
My hair wind blown across my face
Around my fingers my hair lace
I turn and twist and dance in its light
Forgetting this world
That is not so bright.

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