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Often during the lonely nights, Sitting under the

Often during the lonely nights,
Sitting under the starry skies,
I get engaged with the moon in  silent talks,
About what runs in my mind round the clock.

I ask the moon how does it glow?
Doesn't its blemishes make it feel low?
The moon smiles silently at me,
And continues glowing even brightly.

The moon gives me hope to grow,
Even when despair and dejection makes me low.
He says our life is a continuous cycle,
Just like him- sometimes full sometimes partial.

Our insomniac nights pass in unending conversations,
About life and its innumerable complications.
As the dawn slowly  rises spreading its light,
The moon bids me goodbye with the promise to meet me next night.
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Often during the lonely nights,
Sitting under the starry skies,
I get engaged with the moon in  silent talks,
About what runs in my mind round the clock.

I ask the moon how does it glow?
Doesn't its blemishes make it feel low?
The moon smiles silently at me,
And continues glowing even brightly.

The moon gives me hope to grow,
Even when despair and dejection makes me low.
He says our life is a continuous cycle,
Just like him- sometimes full sometimes partial.

Our insomniac nights pass in unending conversations,
About life and its innumerable complications.
As the dawn slowly  rises spreading its light,
The moon bids me goodbye with the promise to meet me next night.
 Still awake? Here's a collab prompt for the night. #latenightquotes #moonanditalk #YourQuoteAndMine
Collaborating with YourQuote Baba