The silver moon hangs in the midnight sky, Casting shadows where dreams quietly lie. A gentle breeze whispers through ancient trees, Carrying secrets on the night’s cool breeze. By the lake where lotus flowers bloom, Dispelling all traces of gloom. Water ripples like memories unfolding, Stories of old, forever holding. Two cups of wine beneath the stars so bright, No words are needed in this soft moonlight. The universe sings a silent, timeless song— In this moment, nothing is wrong. Yet dawn...
