under the moon silver we wait
for our mate who is too late
the crow starts to stir in its sleep
the soft dew drops as heaven weep
we start to lose patience in wait
oh why is he so much late!
how much longer shall we wait!
the crease on your brow gets deep
under the moon
ah the ebony turns to slate
no more are we going to wait
let him pay for his careless sleep
let him complain and let him weep
let him groan and let him too wait
under the moon!
sharmishtha basu
7.1.11
wild wind blows free
13 years ago
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