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6d
Moon & Rain

A boy gazes at the moon.
Suddenly, he imagines herย 
the way sheโ€™d step onto the terrace,
Letting her hair fall through her fingers

As the memory drifts,
he recalls how he once saw her as the moon.
Likewise,
she saw him as the rain.

Though he was lifeย 
soft, cleansing, gentleย 
she called him bad weather,
and brought an umbrella.

He/rain could fall on everything:
rooftops, rivers, roses in bloomย 
but never on her.
(Even though she stood on the rooftop to begin with.)

Rain was never meant
to touch the moon.
*She was never his to begin with
Just feel it
Written by
Akhilesh Bhure  18/M/Bhilai
(18/M/Bhilai)   
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