Within its sliver, mysteries abide,
Whispered tales that the moon won't confide.
A clandestine rendezvous, hidden from sight,
Where dreams and secrets dance in the night.
The crescent moon holds secrets untold,
A doorway to wonders, a story to unfold.
In its glow, whispers of ancient lore,
Echoing secrets from the days of yore.
It guards the secrets of lovers' vows,
Witnessing their exchange, beneath its boughs.
A token of passion and hidden desires,
The crescent moon, a witness that never tires.
In its crescent's curve, a magical key,
Unlocking the secrets of destiny.
But its mysteries, it keeps close to its heart,
Revealing glimpses, then drawing apart.
Oh, the secrets the crescent moon conceals,
In its luminescence, enchantment reveals.
A celestial guardian of secrets unseen,
The crescent moon, a mystical dream.
About the Creator
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After the Storm
After the storm of winter snow there sat a small bear by the name Ted, of course. He loves the snow and likes to roll around in it making all sorts of trails and whatever he has a mind to do. He wondered where all the people are, but in a way, he is hoping that they are all snug in the homes maybe drinking hot chocolate-one of his favorite drinks with mini-marshmallows and eating something homemade for he likes this winter wonderland all to himself to romp and play and maybe even catch some fish down by the river.
By Mark Graham4 days ago in Fiction
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