In every breath, a verse I’ll weave,
My cosmic love of stardust gleam.
In moments dark, in times of light,
I’ll search for the moon’s embrace every night.
I’ll pen my dreams under the seraphic glow,
My eternal love: a sincere vow.
The lunar casts its silver elayne,
Whispers about its pretty arcane.
The ethereal glow, the elysian Lunar,
Brimmed my heart, devoid of lacuna.
Through the waxing phase and waning grace,
I’ll trace my life in lunar phase.
I’ll write my thoughts in silent tears
Hoping it’ll reach you in a million years.
The moon, my muse, will read each line,
Blushing through the brilliant shine.
Nivethika. G
ECE 2, I Year