LATE IN THE MOON 2

Walking under the brightness of the Moon,
i feel the unadulterated nature of the Wind.
It blew me left, right and center,
i held myself tight in order not to Scatter
with my gaze fixed to the Moon
with keen Interest
forgetting where i am.
Then i said to the moon,
i wish i can Fly.
So that i can fly to the Sky,
just to give u an heart warming Hug.
The type that is full of Sincerity.
I will remember it till Eternity.
I asked the moon,
will you be my Friend?
Immediately i saw the moon smiled at Me,
which was a sign of yes to me.
My joy knew no bounds
as smiles crept through my Face,
the type that showcase a little child who was promised a Gift.
So i remembered my nursery Ryhme
and i said God bless the Moon

This poem is about: 
Me

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