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Orchestra Under the Moonlight
poem- orchestra under the moonlight
The night is dancing on the tunes of silence.
I am drowning with the rhythm, under some influence.
The moonlight is falling in a very melancholic way.
My pages are feeling what I want to say.
But darkness is not what I need.
Craving for the night is a misdeed.
Maybe our mirror love will fall one day.
Because prosperity has a dull emblem, clay.
But protesting in the night might not be right.
As you stand alone, frozen, with no light
Destiny is playing the violin of pain.
Faith is falling, I can feel the rain.
Whenever I am hurt, whenever I am tense,
conceptual metaphors, they start making sense.
Still the moon and the clouds are all mine.
My heart, my words, my divine.
My consciousness is existing with a slight confusion, in the middle.
And I am enjoying this orchestra under the moonlight and life, twiddle.