Poetry

Silent night, with stars up high
A canvas of diamonds, in the midnight sky
The moon, a glowing crescent shape
Lulls me to dreamland, with a gentle escape

In this quiet hour, my heart takes flight
Soaring on the wind, with a gentle might
My soul, a wanderer, in the moon's pale light
Dances with shadows, through the silent night

The world, a peaceful place, in slumber deep
Where worries fade away, and love does creep
In this stillness, I find my heart's reprieve
A sense of calm, that only dreams can retrieve

So let me bask, in the moon's silvery glow
And let my spirit, in its light, forever grow.

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