The stars twinkle at the day,
As the sun goes down in the West.
And I gaze on-and-on,
For the elusive one.
I know the moon is there
Somewhere, in the skies;
And invisible though
It may seem;
Its newness enchants
The freshness of the night
And I feel the warmth,
As it grows each day;
To blossom to its full
Far out in the East.
And by the tides,
I would love to watch;
The white caps
Wax and wane.
A contest entry
- When we fell in love.. by PrabhuDayal Khattar.
300 points, ended July 3, 2008, 15 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Well done, brother. Being a big city kid, I truly appreciate imagery outside of red bricks, asphalt, and pigeons. Thanks for painting this picture.
Write on. One.
Dez
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A truly wonderful read. Such a peaceful feel to it. Great job and best of luck in the contest.
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Ah..the immagery is truly a powerful gesture here.....well done my friend...thanks for sharing such a wonderful piece....
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I would love to watch it myself great job
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