Poet of the Moon

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The moon, a luminous pearl. Its silver strands of light weaving through the darkness, painting whispers of magic, ethereal promises.

My silent guardian, watching from the heavens as it stirs my soul; sacred and ancient stories, words creating medicine, love, guided by the healing and tranquil light.

A nocturnal haze, an enchanting spell, ever a celestial beacon, forever whole. My timeless muse, my eternal dream.

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