Blue Moon
Twas a once in a blue moon;
A full moon day when I met you,
Wherein you promised me,
Not with words
That blue was just a colour of love,
That I could paint a rainbow if I want
You, the palette or the moon.
My life came a full circle;
With you encircled in my core,
Every moon hitherto seen,
Will be jealous of oneness
One never could've been.
poem by Shruti Goswami
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