moon - II

How does the moon always manages to surprise me?
Its always a shock to see something that beautiful and bright up above, without stilts or ropes.
Right now its smiling to me on the western horizon - a thin crescent. Hiding & then unveiling from the silken black clouds. It holds the gaze and hides. and waits. and never does it let you know of its intentions. Gone for hours or minutes or seconds. Shining bright or pulling across its body, a thin cloud ever so slowly.


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