The Diva of the Sky

A blood red hue,
Casted by a spell,
Of influential gravity.

The time has come,
To glorify the moon.
Poets gazing and falling for it,
Enamoured of its beauty.

Stars suffering from inferiority complex,
Though they continue to twinkle,
For the cosmic show must go on.

Bow down to the diva,
All the limelight is hers tonight.

©songbriti

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