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Aiswarya Rethitta Poem
As a child, under starry skies,
The moon would chase, always near,
From my car seat, I would see,
The moon, always chasing me.
"Look, it's following me," I'd cheer,
As I took each twist and turn,
The moon, a constant, always there,
Lighting up the darkest night.
In the dark embrace of night,
With the moon, I found my solace.
Copyright © Aiswarya Rethitta | Year Posted 2024
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