π Whispers of the Moon π
A Walk in Spring

In silver hush the moonlight spills,
Across the quiet, dreaming hills,
A breeze that hums through willow trees,
With secrets carried on the breeze.
She watches earth from starry throne,
A queen of night, forever alone,
Yet paints with light the world's repose,
And kisses dew on midnight rose.
Beneath her gaze, the rivers gleam,
And lovers walk within a dream,
While owls and shadows softly glide,
Through realms where silent hopes abide.
So let her whisper, soft and clear,
To every soul that lingers nearβ
That even in the darkest skies,
A silver heart of wonder lies.
About the Creator
Abad Ullah
My name is Abadullah Khan. I am the student of Punjab university Lahore. I am doing microbiology and also and i have interest in content writing.
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