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Beneath the strokes of the night sky,a poem of light is draw..

Published: January 12, 2025 at 2:46:57 AM

Beneath the strokes of the night sky,
a poem of light is drawn.
Palm fronds, in shimmering silhouettes,
caress the breeze with gentle whispers,
like hands reaching for eternity.

The stars, shy in the dark expanse,
shine between clouds that dance,
messengers of ancient secrets,
framed by the mystery of the night.

The breeze carries tales of the sea,
time pauses, in reverence to the moment,
and the soul finds shelter
in the vastness of this firmament.

It’s a junction of earth and sky,
of roots and infinities,
an invitation to gaze,
to lose and find oneself
in a single breath.