The Pale

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.