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In the quiet silver glow of the night,
Where moonbeams dance, pure and bright,
Creativity whispers through the air,
A silent sonnet, a nocturnal prayer.
The moon, a muse of silken light,
Drifts across the canvas of the night,
Inspiring hearts with its gentle grace,
In every shadowed time and space.
Beneath its glow, ideas take flight,
On wings of dreams, into the height,
Where thoughts like stars, in splendor meet,
And moonlight's kiss makes them complete.
So let the moon's soft radiance pour,
Upon the mind's vast, endless shore,
And in this light, let new worlds be,
Crafted in the depths of creativity.
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"Why does the moon seems to follow you?" Asked the man.
"Because he felt like, he needed to give light to your path." Answered the girl.
"Are act and pretend the same? Are protect and defend the same?" The man asked again but this time the girl didn't answer.
He looks up at the sky with an empty look as dark clouds cover the moon.
"Sun at day, star at night,
Blue by day, black by night,
He looks for it while she writes it,
What does it mean? They asked,
They're like us, she said."
"You're really bad at making poems." The girl mocked but she knew fully well what he meant by that.
The man just smiled as he look up again.
"Looks like it would rain tonight."
Published: January 01, 2021
Status: Complete
Ended: February 16, 2022 00:38