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 blanket of soft moonlight. Time pauses in this tranquil space, Leaving no rush, no hurried pace. Stars above twinkle and gleam, Weaving moments into a dream. Though dawn will come with golden hue, This p...
