The baby sun,
washed by the sea,
smiling at
the snow filled mountains
less brightly,
than the summer mornings.
Younger
than the moonlit nights,
it artfully kisses
and embraces
the forehead of
the sleeping stars.
~~©Dhiman
Feb 4, 2018
Feb 4, 2018 at 3:26 PM UTC
The baby sun,
washed by the sea,
smiling at
the snow filled mountains
less brightly,
than the summer mornings.
Younger
than the moonlit nights,
it artfully kisses
and embraces
the forehead of
the sleeping stars.
~~©Dhiman
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