The colorful sky;
The color of moon and the color of night.
The color of shredded clouds almost turned white.
They seem hurried; rushing to reach somewhere soon,
Turning stormy pink, as they sail over the moon.
Wish they reach you, and catch your sight.
They'd be lucky to witness, all that is bright.
As for me, I'd dream of you through the twilight.
And tell everyone in the morning, 'it rained stars last night'.
Image: The Starry night- Vincent van Gogh
I've always loved this painting
ReplyDeleteThis is wonderful work indeed.
ReplyDeleteJust beautiful. Much as the painting.
ReplyDeleteWaow... this is such a beautiful line: It rained stars last night. Genius!
ReplyDeleteThe beauty in raining in stars ^_^
ReplyDeleteThis poem somehow seemed very magical.
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