Moonlight's Perfume

 

Moonlight's Perfume

Every night, the moon comes lit,

And with a craze of fascinate; sits,

All the beams of it's light twinkles the huts of a rural.

Or the roofs of houses and kolbas numbered plural.

The clouds force the light dazzles and doom,

But, stikl remains the moonlight's splashing perfume.

This way, every night the moon craves for its reflecting beams taste,

And excretes , the peace of it that we juste waste.

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