In the quiet hush of twilight’s embrace,
Where shadows dance in delicate grace,
Whispers of night weave stories untold,
Of dreams and wonders, both young and old.
The moon rises high, a guardian’s light,
Casting its glow on the fabric of night.
Stars like whispers in a lover’s ear,
Paint the heavens, crystal clear.
Each star a secret, a wish set free,
Glimmering hope in the vast galaxy.
They shimmer and twinkle, a cosmic choir,
Kindling the soul with celestial fire.
Oceans of midnight,...