In the velvety depths of the night,
A radiant moon unveils its ethereal light.
A silvery treasure in the celestial sky,
It embraces the world with its tender sigh.
Its crescent form graces the darkness,
A luminous arc, leaving its mark with sharpness.
Each phase unveils a narrative grand,
Of cosmic rhythms and triumphs unplanned.
Moonbeams flow like molten silver's grace,
Adorning the world with an iridescent trace.
Shadows dance in its enchanting glow,
As the night surrenders to the moon's gentle show.
An emblem of secrets and dreams untold,
The moon's allure captivates, a story to unfold.
It confides in the restless waves of the sea,
Igniting passions in hearts both yours and me.
Beneath its gaze, emotions surge and rise,
Longing and nostalgia fill the nocturnal skies.
It whispers tales of love's gentle sway,
Soothing hearts as the night holds sway.
Each night, the moon provides solace,
Creating a timeless refuge where we can connect with the unknown.
Its soft glow illuminates our path,
Guiding us through the mysteries of the night.
The moon's silent presence serves as a reminder of the beauty and endless possibilities that surround us.
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Ghost
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Sweet Fuchsia Meadows
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By Talia Devora2 days ago in Poets
Comments (3)
"A silvery treasure in the celestial sky". Wow! What a nice flow of words it is. extremely brilliant!!! 🤗🤗
Back to say, I love the photo for your poem!
A lovely poem and I loved the last line about the moon's silent presence.