There are nights when the wolves are silent and only the moon howls. - George Carlin
The black hushed beauty, amidst those shining stars bedazzled the complete horizon. Spectacle to the naked eyes, it mesmerized her and swept the floor over her feet. Brimmed with the marks, he was standing tall in that black night, so she was with those long curls.
The immaculate beauty of her was toned-down by his emblematic persona. She could not flout his presence and leave without noticing him.
The night was dark and starry, mystifying from all the possible corners. The elucidating charm he had was just a reflection of her serenity. The tranquility he had in his eyes, sedated her ever wavering mind.
Semblance of ‘Moon’ to her gloomy and leaden night,
Brought the comfort & solace to her desolate and mournful state.
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