When the Wolves are Silent
Eagle-eyeing at the clear night sky, appears a fascinating small arc-shaped object and I must admit it mesmerizes me every time it shows a glint of light like a broken glass. Its magical view elevates my soul into even more sophisticated plane. Its monochromatic view graces the heavens and all that surrounds it. It came to me like a lullaby that comforts a child exasperated under the starry night sky. Its warm milky radiance in the sky became a melody in my soul that tickles my heart as I raise my head upward. It synchronized with my pounding heart with its idyllic companion.
As I am making waves by myself, its dim silhouette made me realize that it is okay to dwell in obscurity. Its haunting light takes my breath away as it journeys with me in my gloomiest periods. Steadfast, it sojourns me to the dimension of mystery with solitude and tranquility. Its silvery light beams at me and it unbolts a doorway to healing. When my lamp is dying out, its presence makes my soul lit up yet again.
One moment when I sit on my window-sill, its luminosity is nowhere of my sight. My heart sobbed thinking I could glow at its side. I suffered days without seeing its magnificence and glimmer. I tried to wait for it to say hello, but what can I do? Oh, please I don’t want to play hide-and-seek. When the wolves are silent, please stay still, come near me, float with me and illuminate my dim road, my divine Crescent.
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