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JYOTI ARORA

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JYOTI ARORA

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The Moon

The Moon

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Thy beauty haunts me, heart and soul, 

Oh, thou fair Moon, so close and bright; 

Thy beauty makes me like the child 

That cries aloud to own thy light: 

The little child that lifts each arm 

To press thee to her bosom warm. 


Though there are birds that sing this night 

With thy white beams across their throats, 

Let my deep silence speak for me 

More than for them their sweetest notes: 

Who worships thee till music fails, 

Is greater than thy nightingales. 


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