In the silence of the night
In a serenity of mind
With gesture
Without any word
The Moon tends to change
The state of mind
Offering a secret message
“Never overdue happiness”
In the journey of thought
Most of us
Lose all the senses
Some recovers, SANE
Most remains, INSANE
Oct 17, 2018
Oct 17, 2018 at 10:08 PM UTC
In the silence of the night
In a serenity of mind
With gesture
Without any word
The Moon tends to change
The state of mind
Offering a secret message
“Never overdue happiness”
In the journey of thought
Most of us
Lose all the senses
Some recovers, SANE
Most remains, INSANE
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