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Moon
A cool breeze passes by.
It touches me, I feel it.
It enters me. I breathe it.
It fills me. I dance with it.
It comes. It comes from the moon
shining in the night sky
like a humble witness of life on earth
smiling in the corner, back at me.
We are friends, inseparable friends.
He understands me. I understand him.
I tell him of the happenings of my day.
I cry to him.
He wipes my tears, consoles me, soothes me, touches me, makes me one
with himself.
And I cheer up, I laugh, I celebrate.
I cry, with tears of joy.
I dance, I love.
I become one with the dance divine.
by Sukriti Bansal
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