The one not yet rhapsodized
Not even romanticized
Neither felt nor seen
Not even touched
Guess, it's still clean ..
Far away from the prejudices
It holds no faces
It holds no dream
It holds no scars
Coz it's all yet unseen
Where the sun too
Skips its rays
Must be some Shy, secretive place...
You take the bright one
Don't sit in the gloom
And let me fall for
The dark side of the moon..