बस यूँही…….

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The moon last night was just brilliant. It shone brightly, bathing everything in a shower of pure white light that was pacific.

The calming effect was immediate. Birds stopped chirping, awestruck by the bright, cool luminosity of Selene. I sat awestruck, taking her beauty in for more than an hour. An act of becoming one with divinity grabbed through my lens. I was reminded of this verse by Poe who is of course well known in a different literary genre.
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Evening Star

‘Twas noontide of summer,
And mid-time of night;
And stars, in their orbits,
Shone pale, thro’ the light
Of the brighter, cold moon,
‘Mid planets her slaves,
Herself in the Heavens,
Her beam on the waves.
I gazed awhile
On her cold smile;
Too cold- too cold for me-
There pass’d, as a shroud,
A fleecy cloud,
And I turned away to thee,
Proud Evening Star,
In thy glory afar,
And dearer thy beam shall be;
For joy to my heart
Is the proud part
Thou bearest in Heaven at night,
And more I admire
Thy distant fire,
Than that colder, lowly light.