She wore a
smile of the crescent moon
Only to
fetch solace for the breathless mind;
Chasing
perfection and the dazzle, unaware of what loomed.
Unlike the
hurting sun, its calmness soothed me, to lure;
My beliefs
shunned, only to learn; sometimes less is more.
The power
of the tides hid in her smile;
That humility, subtlety and fitful white.
Perfect
imperfection, said it all;
Flaws can
be perfect; flawless a wake-up call.
She looked
waned; the smile waning
Despair was
distant and hope remaining.
She wasn't, but a phase of the moon
She wore a
smile of the crescent moon.
Dr Sachin
Seth
April 22,
2020
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