Secret Rendezvous

Morning teardrops entangled with night’s narrative

Visible clarity bemuses the heart; it’s difficult to know the truth

What conspired during the rendezvous? 

Moon had been shy and distanced by shades of melancholy 

Lustreless Nacre floated between strings of clouds

Sunlight tries to arouse the soul and seek an explanation

Fog is a riddle unsolved, feeble hands of rays tries to erase doubts

Morning infused with mystery dawns over life

Waiting for an encore of last night’s conversation 

Glittering teardrops may fizzle away without narrating the story

Waking up early to this scene can be intriguing©


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