Walking With the Moon

Walking With the Moon

Breeze whispering in my ears.
Puddles on the ground,
Reflecting the heavens and the moon above.
Potholes brimming with rainwater,
Teasing; a perfect invitation for splashing around.

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A cool starless misty night.
The streetlights seem ghostly,
Through a misty haze.
Rushing of wings; hooting owls, and,
Mist doesn’t enslave my eyes anymore.

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Folded jeans; bunch of friends,
Cracking jokes in a lighter vein.
Heading for the tea vendor on the sidewalk,
Walking along the windswept winding roads,
Lining my neighbourhood.

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The moon bears witness,
Pushing through the clouds.
Small trails of dew visible,
In dark, tangled foliage,
Leaves cover the path, undisturbed.

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I saunter softly by a jagged tree trunk,
Through the lonely dark valley,
Sorting through life’s’ simple pleasures, and utter miseries.
Knowing; realizing; that sometimes answers are only found,
When you feel alive, walking with the moon.

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