I wonder how could we see the world with such different eyes
walking past the moon blanket, the moon seems to reply:
How could you complain under the aegis of my spendour?
palliating me at every encounter
I wonder could anything be more sounder
but what if He too becomes vulnerable
accompanied with the clouds of thunder
deriving strength I enter with calm inside
while He yearns for a reply
having darkness beside...
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