Poem 3

She is the Sound of the Night Sky

If the
stars could sing
they will have her
golden voice
and

the silver
moon will play the
violin made of wavy
strands from her
ebony hair

With a heavenly music that’s so strong
One will surely love her to the bone
With a heavenly music that’d last nightlong
One will never feel alone

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