Whispers of a Moonlit Hamlet

Fierce longing to visit the memories of this hamlet of my pride. Yearning to go

the single lane narrow off beaten trail in between the paddy field. Oh.

While that moonlight flashing and shining the way as a light strip, a blanket of

valley leaves dripping through the curvy fence envelop the road as a green carpet.

Strongly feels that this erratic way filled with the scent of nature may be scent

of petrichor. Or maybe the blossom of the queen of the night its spice

from the bouquet of ripe drooped rice flower should be a coffee flower's bloom

at the mount valley which covered with bushes and lemon grass though quandary to