Sunday, 17 November 2013

Good night




Curled up 
in voiceless words 
I move 
towards you 
rapt in thoughts 

I find you 
under the bejeweled sky 
The moon bathes 
your cherubic grace 
in a silver light 

The moment falls silent 
as I come face to face 
with the entrancing charm 
a sheer divine grace

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