The street lights flicker, shadows creep,
The fireworks crash, but I can't sleep.
Amid the noise, I seek the sky,
The moonlight whispers, calm and high.
It dances soft with silver gleam,
A peaceful glow, a quiet dream.
In its embrace, I find my peace,
Where all the chaos starts to cease.
The sun's reflection, glowing bright,
Turns darkness into gentle light.
And in this still, I softly see,
True solace comes in simplicity.
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Palette Words
Şiir"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...
