not white but yellow!
against the sky so dark,
the blues were closer to black.
Tiny stars twinkled,
more delicate than ever,
their perfume a mild drug,
as they danced in the wind.
How beautiful they blinked,
a shapeless pattern of dots,
that winked and smiled at me,
urging me to trace a form.
Mesmerized, I drew along,
the fragrance my silent lullaby,
I hummed along as my finger outlined.
a giggle escaped my lips; the stars were night jasmine.
Painting Credit: Mrs Ratna Pochiraju
