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Tales
In the midnight hour, the world is still,
And tales begin to weave their thrill.
Whispers in the dark, secrets to be told,
Stories of love, of courage, and of old.
The moon, a witness to each tale,
As they unfold, without fail.
Of adventures in far-off lands,
Of daring feats by fearless hands.
The night is young, the tales are many,
Each one unique, none too penny.
They speak of life, of joy, of pain,
Of hope that springs eternal again.
So let the tales be told tonight,
Under the stars' soft, gentle light.
For in each story lies a truth,
A lesson learned for age and youth.
© Simrans
And tales begin to weave their thrill.
Whispers in the dark, secrets to be told,
Stories of love, of courage, and of old.
The moon, a witness to each tale,
As they unfold, without fail.
Of adventures in far-off lands,
Of daring feats by fearless hands.
The night is young, the tales are many,
Each one unique, none too penny.
They speak of life, of joy, of pain,
Of hope that springs eternal again.
So let the tales be told tonight,
Under the stars' soft, gentle light.
For in each story lies a truth,
A lesson learned for age and youth.
© Simrans
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