This is in response to Sadje’s Weekly Photo Prompts on #Whatdoyousee
You know my city it doesn’t snow
Neither the roads ever shine white
On twinkling days… in glowing nights
The trees don’t wear that cloak of light
A hazy brown sky pierces through the fog
But the silver orb never shows the red eye
Yet it’s pale, starved face does delight
Children and youth and aged alike
In seasons bright, in moments alone
The city wakes up in colours galore
And dwells on tales of pain and mirth
Of love and life and deaths and births
The moon listens often on the quiet
And the stars are stilled in their stride
And y’ know those nitwits still abound
Who can pen a poesy of evocative lines
On walls and bricks and trees and mounds
And dedicate them to moon’s snow shine
A beautiful poem dear friend. We don’t have those sights here either- no super or red moon. Thanks for joining in.
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Thank you dear Sadje for giving this opportunity
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Most welcome Geeta
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Wow! a beautiful poem.
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Beautiful poem.
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Thank you Tina
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You’re very welcome.
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