"Fifth Night of June," Poetry by Shivi Dixit

It was the fifth night of June

when someone sneaked into my room.

I held my breath and looked around

then smiled, for it was the moon.

I tiptoed into the balcony when I heard him call me.

Frowned when he decided to hide behind the fleece.

But soon he showed up when the frog croaked at him

he shrugged and I beamed at him in glee.

I sat down and chatted away the night with him.

At times, the wind would brush my hair

while he showered me in his light

until dawn set and his light began to dim.

Shivi Dixit, 16. India.

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