CRESCENT

Lost in admiration of her arch,
I wish to park my hands on crescent
Of this extraterrestrial, and make my habitat;
Seize in familiarity, away from celestial unknown.
Yet I know I won’t reach anywhere.
The outer-space is much bigger place
To be overwhelmed with my insanity.
I’m at the risk of losing clarity.
Or have I lost it already?
Leonid Tishkov
Leonid Tishkov
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