She steals her way slowly,
like a weightless feather across the sky dark grey.
tempting you with her soft glow
and suddenly the memories flow.
A reminder of a night spent in a lover's arms,
and if by chance of a lover's fight,
her light asks them to stay calm.
Basking in the soft white light,
romantic verses many a poets have had the chance to write.
Her beauty surpasses many of nature's,
she glorifies mountains and rivers where her light reaches.
Slowly and steadily she grows from a smile of a child,
to the bosom of a woman, yet she dies only to be reborn again.
Magnificent is her appearance at her prime,
that even the oceans turn silver appearing as if they are her shrine.
The moon stands alone beaming like a beacon in the night sky,
for all the travelers to lead them by.
by,Teja Priyadarshini
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