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Punya Ms Poem
The moon hangs heavy in the night,
a mirror to the mind’s quiet flight.
It pulls the tides of thought and fear,
revealing what we hide, yet hold dear.
Each crater, a memory etched in stone,
each shadow, a feeling we’ve never shown.
It listens to the whispers of our soul,
reminding us that being broken makes us whole.
When darkness clouds the conscious stream,
the moon reflects the dream unseen.
A silent therapist in silver light,
guiding the psyche through the night.....
Copyright © Punya MS | Year Posted 2025
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