White On the rare nights I'm up
Watching you as I try to
I stare til I see your land
Your shape, your scars, deep
I don't want your light
Because I'm used to your glow
I yearn your unknown somethings
More than what you show
You are near, but alone
You are here, but far
You are written in poems,
But you are never a star
Your magic in movies,
Your music, I like to croon
On the rare nights I'm up
Confessing love to you, my moon!
©Anagha Ukaskar
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