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Standing under the starry sky, He gazes at the crimson moon. He is old, solitary and shy He knows his end is coming soon. The wind smiles as she passes through him, Brushing his hair, kissing his cheek. Playful as she may seem She knows, he is now weak. He gazes dreamily at the sky, Reminiscing the glory days of his life. Like everyone else, he will also die But, he is happy as he knows that he will be with his wife. He wonders as he watches the crimson moon. He knows, his end is coming soon. Tanay Sengupta, Copyright © 2018. All Rights Reserved
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Sep 6, 2018
Sep 6, 2018 at 5:19 PM UTC
The old soul and the crimson moon
Standing under the starry sky, He gazes at the crimson moon. He is old, solitary and shy He knows his end is coming soon. The wind smiles as she passes through him, Brushing his hair, kissing his cheek. Playful as she may seem She knows, he is now weak. He gazes dreamily at the sky, Reminiscing the glory days of his life. Like everyone else, he will also die But, he is happy as he knows that he will be with his wife. He wonders as he watches the crimson moon. He knows, his end is coming soon. Tanay Sengupta, Copyright © 2018. All Rights Reserved
I hope you enjoy this poem. As usual I am leaving the interpretation part to you. Happy reading!
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32/M/India
Sep 6, 2018
Sep 6, 2018 at 5:19 PM UTC
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