a puddle
is but a hollow
of empty earth
and wasted water
like me,
a heroic hollow
of empty promises
and a mud filled soul
but a night comes
when even the puddle becomes beautiful
a night
when the moon smiles in it
i am waiting, for the night
when my moon will come
and merge in to my eyes
making me beautiful, for ever
image courtsey, gettyone.com


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