On moonlit nights, a legend speaks, of whispers soft and low,
An eagle seeks the silver sphere, where secrets softly flow.
He climbs on moonbeams, wings outstretched, a celestial dance,
To touch the face of mystery, in nature's whispered trance.
But as he nears the lunar light, a truth begins to gleam,
The moon reflects the sun's own fire, not a celestial dream.
He learns that all the light he seeks, within his heart resides,
The eagle and the moon entwined, where truth and wonder collide.
About the Creator
Buzu
Verses sculpted from the heart, I'm a poet navigating emotions with ink-stained fingertips. Crafting tales that dance between reality and dreams, my words paint a symphony of feelings in the canvas of life. 📜✨ #PoetLife #Wordsmith
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