~
The sun has disappeared
Behind the mountains.
Leaving only a girl
To serenade
In the moonlight
Near the fountains.
When her charming voice reached the
Upon far away lands
And her fingers touched the grass
Bands of glimmer and flowers bloomed.
And when she cried
Her tears flowed into rivers.
Rivers that spread awide
Into the fields.
Yet through all the beauty,
No one ever heard
of the legend;
The serenade of midnight
Who
Brought life into the world.
~
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कविता~ Words and the alphabet rearranged. ~ All written by me.
