As green leaves of August begin to change
The South winds of Summer plan to escape
September's North winds blow to rearrange
all the dying petals in the landscape
Where night skies grow a thinner, somber cloud
of duskier sunsets dressed in a shroud
The clouds are dark,
And scary,
Not a single star is twinkling,
The sky looks dense and without any glitters!
The clouds and the moon are lark,
Although its very dark!
Frequent moving clouds..
As if its a race!
And the moon is hides itself,
Somewhere in between the clouds!
The moon is in a playful mood,
Playing hide and seek,
Taking full pleasures,
Of the dense clouds.
Yet its brightness cannot be hidden,
The light penetrates through the clouds,
All its trials..
were a vain effort!
The scenery is photogenic,
Worth to be captured,
Its eye catching and magnificent!
The gibbous phase of moon,
is enhancing its beauty.
Duskier the clouds,
Shimmering were it looks.
It may be our urge,
To see the ray of light in the dullness,
That made the moon looks-
The brightest and the best!
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