Bone Colored Moonlight
P Pradip Chattopadhyay
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Know for sure
When the times mature,
Holding on our palm the residues of night,
Will find each other in bone colored moonlight.
In that destined night’s unearthly glow
The night for us will pause and pass slow,
So we could, draped in heaven’s gracious white,
Sail for eternity in bone colored moonlight.
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