Tuesday, February 7, 2023

Glowing with your Glow


 Standing in the dark 

Is this lonely tree 

Half alive half dead 

A petty poem to the night....

Sad by such a sight 

The moon tip toe near by

Putting her brightest smile 

She hugs the tree on her arms 

And for few minutes 

The sad tree shines 

And smiles back to the moon...

©Gloria











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