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Wintry dark night in her elements appears unleashes her harsh reign over the world submissive, every spec of light awake is  frightened, threatened to extinction by the minions of darkness they decide to go underground and hibernate waiting for their time to come, with bated breath A long time after dusk falls, like a winter wonder created by a wizard, in nature's command, a pale white disk appears at the far end of the horizon and slowly reveals her true color as the resplendent moon. In a dark cavern he sits thinking about her, a drop of buttery light spilled from moon's hold falls right on his lap, rekindling his hope to reunite his pulses race, he feels a sudden delight the trees in tandem move, sing a song for her heart to rejoice. Darkness, loses her grip, now in back foot quick moon  unleashes her soft waves of influence now he hears the song his heart sings, a forgotten tune and then from a distance he hears it first---- a night bird's song for it long lost pair, "It's her, it's her" his broken heart lets out a cry..
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Dec 18, 2014
Dec 18, 2014 at 9:29 AM UTC
Moon paints a picture, with hope in it's center
Wintry dark night in her elements appears unleashes her harsh reign over the world submissive, every spec of light awake is  frightened, threatened to extinction by the minions of darkness they decide to go underground and hibernate waiting for their time to come, with bated breath A long time after dusk falls, like a winter wonder created by a wizard, in nature's command, a pale white disk appears at the far end of the horizon and slowly reveals her true color as the resplendent moon. In a dark cavern he sits thinking about her, a drop of buttery light spilled from moon's hold falls right on his lap, rekindling his hope to reunite his pulses race, he feels a sudden delight the trees in tandem move, sing a song for her heart to rejoice. Darkness, loses her grip, now in back foot quick moon  unleashes her soft waves of influence now he hears the song his heart sings, a forgotten tune and then from a distance he hears it first---- a night bird's song for it long lost pair, "It's her, it's her" his broken heart lets out a cry..
#reunion#wintrynight#lovelornheart#moonmagnet
k-balachandran
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k-balachandran
Indian
Dec 18, 2014
Dec 18, 2014 at 9:29 AM UTC
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