The Moonlights Path

by shabnamshukr

October 4, 2013

The moon of the night is the shiniest sight.

When it sways across the sky it all looks just so right.

It feels like all the worries have blown away.

Leaving me free at last like the moonlights past.

Here thee I shall fly across the sky,

Let alone all the cries.

Flying high the brightness blurs my eye.

A hand reaches out to me and takes me on to a path.

Right or left where should I go?

I just don’t know…

The brightness leads me to a world of treasury.

A world different than home,

Yet I start to roam.

Hear thee, hear thee!

Is this where I shall stay to be?

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shabnamshukrOct 4, 2013

<p>Sometimes in this world of worries, we feel so lost. Sometimes a door opens to us, while other times we wait with some hope. Life can get to be a burden, but it's our journey to find our happiness, a door that may not be close but not impossible to find. </p><p> </p>