No moon can ever <br />Match in size or brightness <br />The moon that fills me <br /> <br />Sometimes copper coloured <br />Most times like milk poured into <br />Large round vessel <br /> <br />No super moon can <br />Beat that magic-moon that spelt <br />Two heart as one <br /> <br />The moment slipped <br />The sea gulped the moon and belched <br />My heart, its abode<br /><br />indira babbellapati<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-super-moon/
