Bathed in silver light, the moon's gentle grace,
A celestial dancer in the vast expanse of space.
Her luminous face, a beacon in the night,
Casting shadows soft with a shimmering light.
She whispers to lovers, in their secret embrace,
And listens to dreams that the lonely chase.
Her phases unfold like a cosmic ballet,
Waxing and waning in a celestial display.
Through veils of clouds or a clear night's expanse,
She watches over the world in her gentle trance.
Reflecting the sun with a serene glow,
She guides wanderers where they yearn to go.
Oh, moon of mysteries, keeper of tides,
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Comments (1)
Very lovely wordplay. Such a poetic touch.