Maybe Moon!

Maybe I don’t belong here in this space. Maybe moon is waiting for me  there up to accompany him,  Despite all the stars surrounding him.  -SHREYA 

A Walk In Space

Set on the layer of cotton clouds, We kiss. Levitating above, Stepping into the cosmos.   Up above there, Mirabilia occurs. Heaven exist, angelic smiles Showering us their blessings.   Skylarking with the tinsel stars, In the constellations. Reaching higher and higher, Tattling with the moon.   Wrapped in the flocculent clouds, We cosset amorously.…