Beneath the night's expansive veil,
The moon unveils her gentle light,
Her whispers float on zephyrs' tails,
A symphony in silver-white.
Each beam a brushstroke on the sky,
She paints the world in tender hues,
With secrets that she can't deny,
She casts her spell, the night imbues.
A lullaby of dreams and sighs,
She sings to stars and lonely hearts,
Her soft caress in darkened skies,
A balm for souls when hope departs.
In slumber's arms, we find release,
While moonbeams dance upon our dreams,
With every whisper, sweetest peace,
In lunar glow, enchantment gleams.
So let the moon's soft serenade,
Embrace your heart, a gentle swoon,
And may her whispers never fade,
As she illumines darkest gloom.
Mr. Poet
About the Creator
Mr.Poet
As a poet, I find solace in the dance of words, crafting vivid tapestries of emotions and experiences. Each stroke of my pen unveils a universe, where metaphors bloom and emotions cascade like gentle raindrops upon parched earth.
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