Unspoken Poetries

Isn't the moon lovely?

a place located in the east

where pink sakura blooms in April.

a small island but vast country

which I aimed for your presence.

under those blushed leaves which flew

over the calm breeze of the month,

soothing for sight,

longing for your touch.

you smell like dawn

where the glimpse of the light rose

for that the shadow left

without considering it's beauty than morn.

a calm cold round reflection

can be seen through the dark,

which the gods placed it in the sky

shines like fireflies.

all I wish is to see you up here,

hurdling your hair with my lips,

kissing you softly 

and eventually falling deeper

I will give my all like vows

inside that place where I will walk

down that aisle holding flowers

with tears of joy overflowing

as I went up ahead,

the past is no longer lingering

ahead of us is the future waiting

where we will end up wanting for more

if you could see white,

nor any colour suits you,

and be worn till, "I do".

you are an art.

all I have to do is speak from heart

where that time you should stand

you'll no longer feel alone,

for all I can say, " isn't the moon lovely?"

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Umbra & Ave