Come to me tonight in the twilight, O, and the full moon rising, spectral and ancient, will mutter a prayer. Gather your hair and pin it up, knowing that I will release it a moment anon. We are not one, nor is there a scripture to sanctify nights you might spend in my arms, but the swarms of bright stars revolving above us revel tonight, the most ardent of lovers. #AT25by30poems NaPoWriMo challenge no. 25 by Aesthetic Thoughts! 🤩 Today is the 25th day of NaPoWriMo! 🏆The winners of the 4th poem aren't declared yet. 📝📝📝Today's topic: Ancient (प्राचीन) 📝📝📝
