Enchanted Moon

Enchanted Moon short poem

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Splendor of the moon,
Rising from the horizon,
Makes me surrender,
To its magnificence.

The enchanted moonbeams,
Entice the waves,
Kissing the seashore,
Form ripples in water.

Tides of love swell the waves,
The moonlight spreading across,
Illusions of a full moon night,
With a flight of dreams.

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Saurin Desai

enchanted indeed, there’s something magical about the moon…

asoke kumar mitra

moon magic played here………………………..beautiful write.

Viswas Menon

@geetha_paniker….wonderful work

ammu sachariah

Beautiful. I loved it.


Just read this poem. It is very lovely.


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