Written by: Aaradhya Prasai - 28001, Grade VII
Posted on: 09 August, 2022
The moon is shining.
Stars are twinkling,
Laying down,
I am dreaming.
Sky feels high,
Night feels dark,
Wishing the pain would hold,
Into this night’s cold.
I see the sky at night,
A new star always occurs in my eye,
When I go to sleep,
I bid the night goodbye,
Stars are falling
Wishing and Dreaming
I am laying,
And this night isn’t ending.
