The vibrant views of night sky,
underneath which I lie,
The stars I see, twinkling,
as if giggling, singing to me.
...
One fine day, I sat down a tree,
Holding a book beside a running brook;
Cool breeze waved my hair hii,
A sweet singing Coco sung me a rhyme.
...
Too cute to be a writer, Too good to be one! !)
A Starry Confession! !
The vibrant views of night sky,
underneath which I lie,
The stars I see, twinkling,
as if giggling, singing to me.
The moon is crescent,
in midst of clouds,
roaming around, playing hide and seek.
You held my hand, whispered in my ears,
It was a lovely confession.
So basic, yet so divine,
passing the ages of time.
I smiled and blushed;
looked back at the sky.
It appeared more dazzling,
prettier than before.
I heard love makes things beautiful,
but I felt it that night.