Moon

~ Frank Solanki

With alluring beauty, you stare down at me
With wicked scars on my face, I can barely put up a fight
Thou not cursed with spots but blessed with thee
And so many lovers’ hearts you fill in the lonely night

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There you are, no law could ever bind you
And here I am, in the midst of all kinds of rules
In my state of despair, I cannot hear the flute play true
While money has refused to part company with the fools

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I fail to find the light as I look too hard at the closed door
Discomfort is all I know. Everything is else is just unknown
The shattered pieces of my ego lie on the floor
I take solace in knowing that even you don’t have any light of your own

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Published by Frank Solanki

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