Whispers of the Moon
Beneath the velvet midnight sky,
The moon hangs low, a watchful eye.
It whispers tales to winds that roam,
Of distant dreams and hearts at home.
Its silver beams caress the seas,
A gentle touch, a soothing breeze.
In silent awe, the world takes pause,
Embracing night's eternal cause.
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