Moonlit Reflections
The silver moon hangs in the midnight sky, Casting shadows where memories lie. A gentle breeze whispers through the trees, Carrying secrets on the evening breeze. By the lake, a lone figure stands still, Watching water flow from hill to hill. Ripples dance like dreams taking flight, Under the canopy of soft moonlight. Time pauses in this tranquil scene, Where the world feels hushed and serene. Stars above blink silently, aware, Of quiet hopes floating in the air. Yet dawn will come with hues ...
Moonlit Reflections
The silver moon hangs in the midnight sky, Casting shadows where memories lie. A gentle breeze whispers through the trees, Carrying secrets on the evening breeze. By the lake, a lone figure stands still, Watching water flow from hill to hill. Ripples dance like dreams taking flight, Under the canopy of soft moonlight. Time pauses in this tranquil scene, Where the world feels hushed and serene. Stars above blink silently, aware, Of quiet hopes floating in the air. Yet dawn will come with hues ...
