Daily Prompt: Carousel
Moon is full circle on the cloudless August sky;
Stars are dull in the silvery yellowish light;
Clock is ticking proving the quietness of silence.
No sign of storm at the horizon, easily you deduce.
It is not the truth; stand in front of the mirror
And see self in the intruded halogen street light.
A sleeping carousel you’ll find; horses are unspokens
Just ride on & take the whirl; the air let it welcome you.