
Under the ethereal curtain of the star-stitched night,
Where moonbeams softly spill their gentle light,
Two hearts, hidden in the obsidian twilight,
Explore the silent language of love, shrouded from sight.
Their whispers float on the midnight breeze, light as feather,
Barefoot, they trace secret paths where night-blooming flowers gather.
Veiled in the ink-black night, they silently tether,
Every glance, every touch, an unspoken promise to forever.
Shadows dance upon their faces, as the soft moonlight does spar,
Under a sky draped in velvet, their hearts dance on par.
Their love, a clandestine ballet beneath the silent night's tsar,
Creating a melody hidden in the hush, a quietly radiant memoir.
Their love story is inscribed in the universe, leaving not even a scar,
A secret symphony sung in the moonlight, like a solitary shooting star.
A silent concerto, echoing from the corners of the night afar,
Their love flourishes in the night, a beautiful, secret avatar.
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Poems Of The Unsaid Feelings
PoetryIn the hidden corners where thought-comets dart, And the recesses of the mind's infinite art, There lies a world, verdant and vast, The canvas of imagination, its brushstroke cast. Mountains of dreams touch the cosmic gleam, In the landscape of the...
