Sleeping With The Moon

The movement of the water that surrounds me
The slowing down of the force between us
The balance of the water holding me like a mother holding its child
The character of our bodies reflect its simple gestures
The openness of the situation yet encapsulated by it
The subtle movement tells us to slow down and yet we strive so much
The ignorance of the mind cannot be controlled by fact or fiction
The world is a symbolic icon to human life but for how long
The water knows how fast to move but we are still asleep in our mother’s arms.

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Kavita Jaitly
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Awesome! Such a beautiful imagination, emotionally attached with fascinating objects.

Kavita Jaitly
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Awesome poem. Such a beautiful imagination, emotionally attached with fascinating objects.

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