Prithanjan
As I lay burried in the grass,
The blades tingling the skin in my back,
Bundled as a soft cushion,
Keeping me in suspension
I see the sun, swimming though the horizon,
Like a balloon,
Which lost its owner.
And as its gleaming glow dives below the hills,
Replaced by its shining white counterpart,
The moonlight flies through the night,
Coating the trees in a honey-like glaze,
Seeping through the leaves,
As to make them see alive.
As it floats in the water,
On top of its blurry circular reflection,
It glides on top of the water,
With the fish underneath,
Looking for a place to sleep.
And as it surrounds my body,
Sliding to the end of my toes,
It revolves around me,
Where I feel I could fly.
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