The Moon Walk

The full moon unfolded its golden wings,

and tickled her ever so shining face.

The long languorous yawns blurred her musings,

but she shook away the nocturnal haze.

The tidings of the sea beckoned her soul.

Pearly waves rolled and unrolled with new sounds.

Along the shore with just her thoughts she strolled.

The sand caressed – reveries knew no bounds.

A boat waltzed to the rhythm of her steps –

they seemed wanting to splat across the beach.

Purple shells lay scattered from ocean’s depths –

told tales that only her ears could reach.

Her mind buzzed but words remained unspoken.

Her footprints firm – the silence unbroken.

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About Rahul Aithal

I am from Mumbai, India. Composing poems gives me immense pleasure. Few poetic sites I write on are -,, and, recently Avant-Garde-Writer's Haven (on Facebook). You could browse my other writes on my private blog, I am glad to have joined this site, thanks to Louis. I hope to add value and get the group going.

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