This Is The Night

 This is the night

when the stars follow a lonely moon

and fairies jump into a boat m

to catch the last ferry to return to home in the sky.

I am breathless

following the wind.

Slow down;

let me catch up.

Walk, do not run.

The rain is beating upon my back;

I am soaked, shivering to the bones.

Indiscreet, the touch of rain,

like a charade acted out,

asking me to guess your word

leaving just a touch for a clue.

6Arun Patil, Larry Marr and 4 others

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