Lost in thoughts
Sailing across the sky,
I sit on the cloud,
Smiling at the moon.
The invisible oars,
Tickle the sky,
And ripples form,
Like heavenly giggles!
I round my lips,
To kiss the moon,
But moon- the naughty one,
Blows my cloud back.
I wake from my dream,
And rush to the window,
Parting the curtain,
I see the moon,
And his naughty smile..
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2 years ago
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