Inspired by … poem that is about, or that involves, the moon.
Waning its wax she lights the urban sky.
The trail of way milky can be pave in silver.
The old granny in the moon weaving string
In the charka, and letting the linen fly Into night-sky, tying the star into a necklace.
The mountains of the moon shines
Making her a lustful smiling maiden;
Beckoning the hidden souls and others
To dance on thresholds and closed windows,
And on the trees when lights of stores–
And abodes and haven put off.
Sometimes a car zipped or some nocturnal–
Bird fly through the silver bluish
Making her blush of her beauty.
The insomniacs are her admirer bathing–
In her abundance; leaving their sighs into–
Specks of bidding as the dawn arrive.