Poetry
Pretending
Staring at the spotless light of the spotted moon
Talking with the fireflies of the night
I think about you, I whisper
pretending you are taking to me
Hearing the calming voice of the deadly insects
Drawing the shapes in the stars
I imagine you, I sing
pretending you are singing along
Smelling the beautiful smell of the dirty soil
Lying in the ground
I miss you, I smile
Pretending you are smiling along
Tasting the sweetness of the cold air
waving my hand
I feel you, I fly
Pretending you flying along
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By Indra Prasad Paneru · Indra Paneru
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