#WritcoPoemPrompt90

Moonlight shadows dance in the soft light,
hand in hand as whispers of night unfold.
Leaning gently through the meadow's touch,
we find solace among the tall grasses that sway,
a world painted silver by the kiss of dusk.

Beneath a canopy where stars sigh and shimmer,
the compassionate trees stand watchful,
wise guardians of secrets carried from afar,
their leaves murmuring tales only we can hear.

A breeze stirs memories wrapped in twilight’s glow, ...