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The moonlit night
Bathes the earth with light
The twinkling stars
Sprinkle heavenly flowers.

The still, silvery water
Of the silent mere
With a garden of flowers
And myrtle bowers.

The breeze whistles,
The firefly glitters
Enticing the youth,
To revel in Nature’s Truth.

Aimless, theme-less whisper,
Engrossed in youth’s rapture,
With insatiable hug and kiss
O! O!! O!!! The Heavenly bliss!

Copyright © | Year Posted 2005

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