Ambling in a full moon night
Let alone the moon
I only asked for a star
Because i wanted to be in tune
With the half lit sky
But none did,
Its stop by me
Not even the little firefly
Oh, from nowhere
From the color black
Off its sea of different shades
Whips out the night
The moon in black
Was indeed painting in the dark
Though every star was
Keeping a wide open eye
But no one wants to tell where
Before the very blink
of the waxing moon’s eye
Where does the night scurry away?
Nov 1, 2019
Nov 1, 2019 at 3:48 PM UTC
Ambling in a full moon night
Let alone the moon
I only asked for a star
Because i wanted to be in tune
With the half lit sky
But none did,
Its stop by me
Not even the little firefly
Oh, from nowhere
From the color black
Off its sea of different shades
Whips out the night
The moon in black
Was indeed painting in the dark
Though every star was
Keeping a wide open eye
But no one wants to tell where
Before the very blink
of the waxing moon’s eye
Where does the night scurry away?
