Right now I'm looking at the moon and writing poetry: the poem's name is: "Moonlight's Embrace"
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"Moonlight's Embrace"
In the velvet hush of night,
Moonlight spills a silver stream,
Weaving dreams in softest light,
A tapestry of gleam.
Whispers float on twilight's breeze,
Stars in chorus softly sing,
Through the whispering, swaying trees,
Lunar light on silken wing.
Night blooms open, pale and sweet,
Beneath the moon's caressing glow,
Shadows dance where dreams and reality meet,
In a ballet, soft and slow.
The world beneath a silver veil,
Holds secrets in its gentle fold,
Stories that the moonlight tells,
Of mysteries untold.
In this quiet, tranquil hour,
When the world is bathed in light,
We find the moon’s enchanting power,
In the tender heart of night.
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