A Midnight Tale

The wind sings its song to the night
The banyans whisper a secret prayer
and the tall reeds sigh on the midnight air…
The stars grow impatient as the marble floor remains still,
And on it, the mild billows flutter and implore
As the sky withers down, awaiting Her killer smile

By: Solitary Star

 

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