By Vedha. P
Between the sand and stardust
Moon has its crust,
Seeking your trust.
Showering the glow upon you,
Fabricating it on to you
Eventually turning you into moon,
Hoping to reside soon.
The long haul melts,
The museum of fears felt
Not paving a home for guilt,
Expecting not to slit.
By Vedha. P
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