The Dying Moon

The sky had just shed its darkness The morning breeze still added chill onto the sand dunes that dominated their yellow territory as far as one could see. There was no intruder in the land of sands to marvel at this part-time creation of nature. The only living thing that breathed in that immense silence was a little green cactus. It still had few yellow flowers that seemed to be afraid of its now unnecessary thorns. Those small beauties fixed their innocent gaze on the dying moon as if to complain, “You promised that you wouldn’t go to work today!”


2 thoughts on “The Dying Moon

  1. zee says:

    Great imagery! keep writing! 🙂

  2. prabodhhere says:

    🙂 Thanks a million for inspiration!

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