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His lady and the moon

[ Read the poem as if it were describing a woman ]

A pearl in a stroke Acting as a consort of his She dances all night to the silence And those twinkling eyes of the bystanders They share the grace bestowed upon her The day she spends in the thoughts of bloom of the evening primrose, as healing as her sight. She dances all night to the silence among the foggy thoughts of pour she shares the grace bestowed upon her She then comes in sight, completely, all for them to see acting as a consort of his, as magnificent as ever. She dances through the thoughts of pour And in that silence, she heals his way.

[ Now read the poem again as if it were describing the moon. ]

A pearl in a stroke Acting as a consort of his She dances all night to the silence And those twinkling eyes of the bystanders They share the grace bestowed upon her The day she spends in the thoughts of bloom of the evening primrose, as healing as her sight. She dances all night to the silence among the foggy thoughts of pour she shares the grace bestowed upon her She then comes in sight, completely, all for them to see acting as a consort of his, as magnificent as ever. She dances through the thoughts of pour And in that silence, she heals his way.

– Tavishi Jain

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