O moon! You are my delight
Without any dispute or debate
You rule the sky like a queen
Stars move in a line with a discipline
You have a magic wand
You cast a magic spell
I sleep cuddled in bed
Next morning I feel well
You give a nudge to the breeze
Trees shake without a sound
The fragrance gets a mild release
There is nobody awaken found
I may be a prince or pauper
I may live in palace or hut
Soft and pleasant is the moonlight
I like to be drenched in its shower.
Really nice poem thanks for sharing......
Oh, Luna! Beautiful words, and as protagonist the white moon that accompanies us every night.