Poetry in the Skies


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… And then we kissed and the moon went pink once again.
… And the waves retreated leaving traces of the white foam,
… on the wet sands, on your wet tender toes.

{This photo is an ode to all those who love the moon, love to bathe in its white liquid borrowed luminescence. and reminisce about life’s hits and misses in its afterglow.}


About Dream Peddler

The author finds too many similarities with himself and the boy Calvin. Although a cold blooded techie, working with an Indian software MNC, the finer things of love and life fascinates him. Major portions of his work are about the things that inspires and pacifies. Politics and society too get a chance.

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