The Shy Moon
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Anil Kumar Panda
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With a sullen face the moon
Rises up in the night sky
As if one of its many lovers
A star in the western horizon
Is slowly going to die
And the moon in slow paces
Walks across the night sky
It falls in love with the North
Star and hides its face behind
The clouds feeling shy
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