The moon, a silent muse
Whose melodies whisper through the night
A celestial lullaby
Enchanting all who hear its song
Drifting in the dark,
Lilting, lilting, lilting,
Across the dreaming sky
It calls to you,
In the silence,
A soft song,
Of the soul.
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Asandiswa Phaco
I'm a fun-loving, curious individual who enjoys exploring new places, discovering new things, and learning about the world around me. I'm a friendly and approachable person who loves to connect with others and share my passions with them.
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