There is nothing quite captivating,
The lights, they flicker,
Like dotted blazing Stars,
Its luminescence,
Centered on grass.
Her nimble feet,
softly linger upon its reflection,
Her heart adorns her beauty,
She strives, with an empty vessel,
to covet those Stars,
To pick one from the clouds,
Resplendent blue-tinged clouds.
The sky is brazen in its attire,
No, not one of those lighted Stars,
Will it lose to a wanting heart?
-shobana-
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