Last Night

Last night while the breeze touched my face and moonlight was bright,
Last night when I accidently woke up to the soft light on my face,
I suddenly remembered that as a little girl I always wanted to stare at the moon and sleep,
I suddenly remembered how the breeze, the rain, the moon, and the waving leaves made me happy.

Last night while I let my mind wander and skim through the varied memories made,
Last night while I sang a song in the head, I felt like a free soul gliding through thoughts.
I suddenly realized how often we forget to be grateful,
I suddenly realized how things and feelings change in matter of no time.

Last night while I silently looked at the moon through the window like a baby,
Last night while I smiled at myself and my life behind,
I suddenly knew that the path ahead is going to be glorious like the moon today.
I suddenly knew that there is somebody watching and making life magical for you and me.

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Aloke
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A wonderful romantic poem.

Sonia Chaudhary
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So nicely written & expressed as well. i request you to write more…

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