Oh, my radiant stars,
Where have you concealed
My dearest moon?
Oh, my drifting clouds,
Did you catch a glimpse
Of my beloved moon?
As the night deepens,
I seek her tender light,
A glimmer of hope,
A soft whisper of love.
In the embrace of shadows,
I yearn for a sign,
A promise of her return,
For in her glow,
The world feels complete,
And my heart finds solace,
Illuminated by her radiance.
So, dear stars,
Lead her back to me,
And, fading clouds,
Unveil her gentle light.
In her presence,
Darkness dissipates,
And my spirit finds its home
In the warmth of the moon.
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Palette Words
Poesie"Palette Words" invites you to explore the spectrum of feelings that color our existence-from the deepest blues of sorrow to the brightest yellows of joy. Through poetry, I aim to capture the nuances of nature and the complexities of the human heart...
