'The great ambition of women is to inspire love' <br />- Moliere <br />.................................... <br /> <br />Moon <br />Moonlit <br />And then moon-river in it <br /> <br />Noon? <br />No no <br />Listen soon my love how meet'. <br /> <br />she calls me, rolls me, tells me, bells me, , , , I am runing into the sun....the other galaxy whisper- the lover of the earth within you….the sun smiles…I am burnt but not as burnt to ashes...... <br />......My moon-river comes as I need swim.....my whim bubble..I swim, yea, I swim in love timeless.......all of my ifs and griefs, cheers and tears become breeze of twilight.....It's an evolution of her inspire. <br /> <br />O my moon-river, you know that my whim ignite me to swim.....otherwise I am dead....Otherwise I can not pass through the bridge between body and spirit. <br /> <br />©copyright by sarwar chowdhury. all rights reserved.<br /><br />sarwar chowdhury<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-moon-river/
