Pale as the moon,
A ghostly sight,
The color of bone,
A faded white.
A pallor of skin,
So sickly and frail,
Like a whispering wind,
That tells a sad tale.
A hue of sorrow,
That lingers and mourns,
A memory of tomorrow,
That fades and transforms.
Yet pale can also be,
A symbol of grace,
A delicate beauty,
That time cannot erase.
A porcelain doll,
Or a white lily flower,
A vision of purity,
In its soft, gentle power.
So do not dismiss,
This shade so light,
For in its subtle kiss,
It holds a certain might.
Pale as the moon, so soft and serene,
A delicate hue that's often unseen.
A color so faint, a ghostly white,
It speaks of secrets in the still of the night.
A vision of grace, so fragile and rare,
A color of innocence, pure and fair.
A reminder of snow, that blankets the earth,
A whisper of magic, that brings us rebirth.
Pale as a rose, so tender and frail,
Its beauty so fleeting, a fragile veil.
A hint of a blush, a shy little smile,
A fleeting moment, that lasts just awhile.
A vision of light, that dances in the mist,
A whisper of a dream, that's hard to resist.
A color that tells of a story untold,
A tale of wonder, that's yet to unfold.
Pale as the stars, that shine up above,
A glimmer of hope, a symbol of love.
A reminder of all that's pure and divine,
A whisper of beauty, that's oh so fine.
A color so soft, that's hard to define,
It holds within it, a subtle design.
A vision of grace, that touches the soul,
A memory of peace, that makes us whole.
Pale as the moon, so serene and fair,
It speaks to our hearts, of a love that's rare.
A color of light, that holds us so tight,
A symbol of hope, that shines through the night.
The pale, a color so soft and light,
A delicate hue that's almost white.
It whispers of secrets, untold and true,
And brings a sense of peace, in all it imbues.
The pale, a color of grace and poise,
A beauty that lingers, never to be destroyed.
It speaks of a time, of innocence and youth,
And brings back memories, of a time long since gone.
The pale, a color that tells a story,
Of a life lived, in all its glory.
It speaks of a journey, with its ups and downs,
And reminds us of the beauty, that can be found.
The pale, a color that's soft and gentle,
A reminder of a love, that's simple and essential.
It speaks of a bond, that's strong and true,
And holds us together, in all that we do.
The pale, a color that's calming and serene,
A reminder of a world, that's yet to be seen.
It speaks of a future, with its hope and light,
And brings us closer, to a world that's bright.
The pale, a color that's full of emotion,
A reminder of a life, that's in constant motion.
It speaks of a journey, that's full of surprises,
And brings us closer, to the life we all prize.
The pale, a color that's almost white,
A symbol of a love, that's shining so bright.
It speaks of a bond, that's unbreakable and strong,
And holds us together, where we truly belong.
So embrace the pale, in all its softness and light,
For it holds within it, a beauty so bright.
Let it speak to your soul, and bring you some peace,
And let its gentle touch, make all your worries cease.