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Jan 2023
I saw her in my dream last night
Silhouetted against the moonlit sky
Dissolved in the aura of the moon
She asked me if I wished to fly.

Her magic warmed my rustic soul
Deep musings came to life, encore
She swayed her hands to heal my heart;
Together we’d fly or fall apart.

To all the great powers that be
Grant me a pair of wings to see
What lies above the bright blue sky
I wish to fly, I wish to fly.


Prashant Shaurya ©

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15/01/2023
I’ve titled this poem as Silhouette because it was triggered by this very beautiful word. Silhouette… such a beautiful word!!
Prashant Shaurya
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Prashant Shaurya  33/M/Gurgaon
(33/M/Gurgaon)   
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