The Moon
Miles and
miles away,
As dusk turns its face away,
The moon is
briskly on its way.
Where does
it dream to show its face?
To the universe or the earth's surface?
Looking at
the moonlight stream,
To conquer it, is man's dream.
Miles and
miles away,
The moon is briskly on its way.
The moon has
a face like the clock in the hall,
She shines on thieves on the garden wall.
Creeping
slowly and steadily,
Over the mountains and over the sea
And then
back into the deep valley.
Through the
tranquil of the night sky,
Does the moon upon all pry;
Miles and
miles away,
The moon is briskly on its way.
Creeping and
prowling in the silence of the night,
Are the humpbacks and bats full of might.
Upon the
sweet forget-me-nots...
Upon the family to unite with loving thoughts...
Radiating
its silvery light,
Upon them all, is the moon bright.
Miles and
miles away,
The moon is briskly on its way.
Contributed
By : Andrea Fernandes is studying in class X in int'l Indian
school Al-jubail, KSA. She enjoys writing short poems in her spare time.
fernsandrea@gmail.com
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