Underneath the moon’s delicate silver gleam,
The peaceful breezes start to stream.
Through branches influencing, murmurs profound,
The mysteries that the shadows keep.
Stars above in unending effortlessness,
Reflecting time in void space.
A passing second, yet it stays,
A memory that won’t ever blur.
Peacefully, dreams are delicately turned,
As night and day are both scattered.
In dusk’s arms, we are reawakened.
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