"The Night's Gentle Embrace"

 

Soft darkness wraps around me tight,

A velvet shroud of peaceful night.

The stars above, like diamonds bright,

Twinkle and whisper through the light.


The moon, a gentle guide, shines down,

Illuminating paths I've yet to find.

The world is hushed, a quiet sea,

Where worries fade, and peace comes to me.


In this stillness, I find my way,

Through shadows cast by night's soft sway.

The night's dark beauty soothes my soul,

And in its calm, I make myself whole.



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