The moonlight spills across the floor, A silver path toward the door. The world is wrapped in quiet sleep, While stars their silent watches keep. The shadows dance upon the wall, As night lets down her velvet pall. A gentle breeze begins to sigh, Beneath the vast and open sky. And in this space of calm and grace, The rushing day has left no trace. The midnight hours softly gleam, And fade into a quiet dream.
By: ZIMI2026
