50 Word Story: Astral Intimacy

The night was bitter cold. The opacus clouds hid the Moon in its elusive shadow. The silver light orb of love brimming to its top; called up the stars to uncover it. The stars aligned themselves to form a string of starlight outlining the moon. How mesmeric their intimacy was.

By Shreya Sharma

I read poems. Sometimes I write poems. And when I am doing nothing, I am sipping coffee.

41 comments

  1. The starry night,
    Moon shining ever bright..
    The night was cold,
    But the love they made was Bold…๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ™ˆ

    Thanks for giving me a lovely piece of imagination…๐Ÿ˜Šโค

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      1. You’re welcome๐Ÿ˜Š๐Ÿ˜Š… Nothing special bas aap hi ka aashirwaad hain aur Kuch nahi ๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ™ˆ…

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