In depths profound, where night's soft veil descends,
A canvas vast, where sunlight takes its leave.
No sonnet sung, no bright light to attend,
Yet beauty found in darkness' soft reprieve.
The moon, a lone nocturnal sovereign,
Casts gentle light on secrets intertwined.
No structured verse, no beams that brightly glean,
Yet in the dark, a subtle grace we find.
In abyss deep, where worries may reside,
There lies a beauty, born of ebony.
No formal ode, no beams to be our guide,
Yet stars emerge in cosmic symphony.
So, in the dark, where mysteries embark,
A silent tribute to the whispered dark.
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Lovely nature poem!!!❤️❤️