The moon's majestic gaze
A whispers of night's embrace
In the stillness of the night, there it glows,
The moon's majestic gaze, casting shadows below.
Its silver light dances upon the land,
Guiding the lost, like a celestial hand.
A celestial beauty, serene and bright,
Watching over us with unwavering sight.
It hangs in the heavens, a radiant sphere,
A beacon of hope, never to disappear.
As the world slumbers, the moon takes its place,
Bathing the earth in its ethereal grace.
A celestial dance in the midnight sky,
Where dreams are born and hopes soar high.
Oh, moon, how you captivate the soul,
With your mystical glow that makes us whole.
You whisper secrets through the night's embrace,
Painting the sky with your enchanting grace.
Under your gaze, the world is transformed,
A silent symphony, a lullaby performed.
The stars are your companions, twinkling bright,
As you illuminate the canvas of the night.
Oh, moon, we bask in your gentle light,
Lost in the magic of this nocturnal sight.
Your presence soothes, a calming embrace,
A reminder of the beauty in this vast space.
The moon's majestic gaze, a gift from above,
A celestial wonder that fills us with love.
In the moonlight's glow, our spirits take flight,
Bound by its beauty, lost in the night.
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