The new day begins
With a walk under the new moon.
No light burning in this
Hot liquid noon.
Only the rustling wind,
Hissing in your ears,
As of dusk she remembers,
As to the new day she surrenders.
The silver lining is
Lit up by stars this evening,
The new moon is only the beginning,
The new path lies under the sun,
There are many,
Which one will you take, honey?
--Mohan
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