“Right one”
It’s no shimmering moonlight, it’s no walk down the shoreline with turquoise sea. The right one, barely defined, inclined to a heart that felt its blows. The moon fades for it to revive. As humans we fade inadvertently to fall apart.
The “Right one” is it symbolical to the conjunction of the sun sparkling the moon? Through highs and lows, it gravitates to be inline with each other. They set the oceans alive, the drive the whole ecosystem together yet differently.
In the glimpse of an eclipse, why isn’t it as legit as that one hug that sets new beginnings over thunderstorms.
Soovan Sharma Dookhoo 