Wednesday, June 15, 2016

Sakina Shikari writes

The night arrived talking about 
my grief 
I looked up at the moon
and it began to weep. 
Why do you cry O bright one
It's my pain, 
let me whimper alone. 

I stood up on my toes, and
raised my arm to reach 
the moon
who still sobbed on. 

With my sleeves 
I wiped its tears off
The mist clung in the air
and wrapped the world 
in a thick fog.

The moon kept humming
a melancholic tune! 

 Under the Crying Moon -- Yanni Plum Wdwa

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