In shadows cast by fleeting light,
Where day surrenders to the night,
In whispers soft, in silence loud,
I sing, O Muse, and I am proud.
To praise the bittersweet embrace,
Of solitude in crowded space,
A paradox of joy and pain,
In solitude, we find our gain.
Ode to the melancholy mirth,
That dances 'round the quiet hearth,
Where laughter weaves with tears in waltz,
In joyous sorrow's tender vaults.
A paradox, this life we live,
Where take and give in balance sieve,
In moments bright, in shadows deep,
Our contradictions, secrets keep.
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ONE SHOTS - to the moon and back
Poetry❝ Under the moon's gentle glow, I'd journey beyond the stars and back, just to feel your touch again.❞ ─── .｡*.:｡✧*.｡☽*.:｡✧*.｡:｡*.｡─── Perched upon the window sill, you gaze into the deepening twilight. A smile unfurls across your face as you marvel...
