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6/15/2026

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moonlight fox and his whispers

by Asghar Hassan


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In crisp twirls,

In hazy whispers,

In realm of deep alluring whistles,

In myths of mystic love,

My soul, entered in the horizon

Of crystal cave,

Where in meadows of daisies,

And buttercups

My soul;

Resonates with the

Most exquisite - exotic brute,

A brute - Moonlight Fox,

A fox full of heavenly dialects,

That owned beauty of frosted

Eclipse like Neptune,

And warmth like Venus,

Breathing the warmth of the cosmos.

I seen him,

My body entered into spheres of him.

When I seen him,

My mouth spill:

“That how beautiful Almighty

crafted him”.

I wrote in an heartfelt diary of me

“A fox,

Whose fur is silky like lotus silk,

Whose eyes epitome of celestial

Seasonings,

Whose voice contain dual dialects

Of heavenly whispers,

Whose face reveal the deep

deaf sorrows

Of scattered carnations,

Whose movements are enough to

Made me fleet and fades away like none.

Ah,

His pulchritudinous tail,

Owned the spectrum gaze of 92-moons

Of Jupiter,

That made fragrant fragments love moments,

With in my heart

That enough to made me

to fall for him

Again and Again.

As I knew he never liked,

A mere mortal like me.

Yet, I fall in love with him,

Not for his beauty,

Just for the lost whispers of him

When he touched the daisies,

With his cute paws,

The daisies interact with him,

The pollens surrounded him,

Fill the scars given by a human to him.

A human who killed her lover long ago.

I seen in his eyes,

The pain of losing him,

The pain he faced,

From decades to centuries,

Made his heart completely dead.

He became a soul,

That is just going to wither soon.

I recorded him, I seen him,

I wanted to be with him,

Yet! It never be in my hands,

His blood wrote,

The last lost words of him,

With the pollens of daisies:

“We are not meant to be live like

This,

Neither you nor me,

We just live and end like none,

We met without discern,

And ended in the hands of this

cruel man.”

My eyes seen the last dance of

Him in full moonlight,

Under Twilight full of Aurora borealis

Prism haze.

I’ve seen the lost angel,

And I've never seen him again.

I lost him!


ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Muhammad Ghulam Asghar Hassan, 18, Penname: Asghar Hassan Poet |Writer |Co-author|Author. A writer full of heavenly whispers. His work resonates with fictional love, nature, whistle whispers, deep fantasical discriptions, time and celestial seasonings. He wrote mainly in free verse but also wrote haikus, rhyme, interpretations, and ekphrasis. He love to pen down quotes and blogs too. He used Greek English poetic style, he named it as Myths Mist English fusion. He Co-authored various ebooks,magazines and anthologies. He now Authoring his magazine “An Embellishing Amethyst”. He ranked 26/501 in national litsumit star competition by blue star publications India,2025.


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