In the still of night, the moon does eclipse
Casting shadows where the darkness slips.
Whispers of wind, dance of the trees,
Nature’s song in the breeze.
Stars on high, like shimmering clips,
Lighting pathways where the night sky drips.
Softly spoken, secrets on our lips,
As the world around us flips.
Journeying on, through vast ocean trips,
Sailing under constellations in vast ships.
Holding tight to memories, in our grips,
As time through our fingers slips.
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