A bunch of Rosemary and Moonlight wet night.
____By Aranna Hasan Delwar.
In the quiet hush of a moonlit night,
Where shadows dance in the soft moon's light,
A solitary figure, lost in thought,
Amidst the beauty that the night has wrought.
A bunch of rosemary in his weary hand,
A traveler in a far-off land,
He wanders through the silent grove,
Lost in memories, lost in love.
The rosemary, fragrant, in his grasp,
A relic of a distant past,
A reminder of a simpler time,
When life was sweet, and love sublime.
With each step, he breathes the air,
Filled with the scent of cedar fair,
And as he walks, his heart takes flight,
In the magic of the moonlit night.
Above, the stars twinkle and gleam,
A symphony of light, a timeless dream,
And in their glow, he finds his peace,
His worries, his troubles, they all cease.
For in this moment, under the moon,
He feels a connection, a sense of attune,
To the world around him, to the sky above,
To the power of nature, to the power of love.
And as the night begins to wane,
He knows he'll never be the same,
For in this moment, under the moon,
He found his solace, his sweet cocoon.
So let him wander, let him roam,
Through moonlit groves, through starlit dome,
With rosemary in hand, and heart alight,
In the enchantment of the moonlit night.
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