The moon, a glowing crescent smile
Lends its silvery light to my darkened mile
A path unwinding, like a winding stream
That leads me to the secrets of my dream
The wind whispers secrets in my ear
Of distant lands, and memories so dear
The scent of jasmine, a soft caress
The warmth of life, a path to be played
In the stillness, I hear her voice
A gentle breeze that stirs my choice
To follow the call, to heed the cry
To answer the whispers, and touch the sky
For in the moon's pale light, I see
A reflection of what's meant to be
A glimpse of what could never be
A chance to seize, a chance to be free
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