Moonwater

Where the night pours its light

Your snow is mine, beloved. Your forest is where I live.

In the forest of my heart,
snow is falling now.

Footsteps of the three sacred travelers
make a path I trace.

It is beyond the story of sacrifice
everyone remembers.

It is the sweet love untouched—
the perfection of my beloved.

Vaishali Paliwal

November 27, 2025

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