A new moon on hot summer night

 The full moon hums a silver tune,

Drifting high in velvet June.

Softent breezes weave and glide,

Brushing whispers far and wide.

The trees stand still in quiet grace,

Bathed in light's ethereal lace.

Rippling streams reflect the glow,

A dance of stars in waves below.

Night's breath cool upon my skin,

A peareful hush where "dreams begin".

No rush, no race, junt time net free,

A summer night's sweet melody.



Hi every one my name is Velvet,

I am exploring My passion for writing by blogging, comment my mistakes and suggest for improvement. Here is my small poetry about night sky with bright stars staring girl in hot weather cool breeze. Hope you all like it.

Thank you!


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