Beneath the crescent moon’s soft glow,
Whispers of a river, a liquid flow.
Nature’s ballet in the midnight show.
Silent footsteps on a cobblestone street,
Echoes of nostalgia, a tale complete.
Memories woven in each heartbeat.
City lights twinkle in the night,
A constellation of dreams takes flight.
In the symphony of darkness, pure delight.
A lone book rests on a weathered shelf,
Its pages echoing tales of self.
In quiet corners, where stories dwell.
Sunrise paints the sky in hues,
A canvas brushed with morning news.
Hope emerges in the waking views.
The laughter of children in a playground,
Joyful echoes, innocence unbound.
In their laughter, a world is found.
The dance of autumn leaves in the breeze,
A tapestry of colors, a masterpiece.
Nature’s brushstroke, moments seize.
A cup of coffee, warmth in hand,
Sipped slowly, moments expand.
In the aroma, time’s grains sand.
Random musings in a poet’s mind,
Verses woven, emotions bind.
In the dance of words, thoughts unwind.