Sitting in the balcony,
Late hours of the midnight,
I’m blogging in the moonlight.
Song of the breeze,
Night clouds dance,
For the delight of the queen.
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I smiled at the moon and
the queen of the sky,
Felt little shy!
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I fell in love,
In the silence of the night,
With the friendly satellite!

Lovely!
In fact, I could see all of it through the glass walls at my office. But just not tickled by the breeze for a smile.
The friendly satellite –
I remember the latest lines: distancela moonu moonu, moon colouru whitu. Hahaha….
Trust me, right now, your lines are too good. I’m commenting from my mobile. You must excuse my typos.
Thank you kam 🙂
Friendly satellite – that is such a lovely phrase!
This was so sweet.
~A
Thank you Antara.