Laments of the Moon

Under the nocturnal mantle, the moon weeps,

Her laments echo in the cold night.

A pale moonlight, shadows linger,

Telling stories of an empty pain.

Among stars whispering despair,

The moon sheds silvery tears.

Her brightness, a lament that becomes sincere,

Reflects secrets on starry nights.

In the craters of solitude the moon embraces,

A lament sings of distant times.

Her light, melancholy that doesn't let go,

Weaves sorrows in shining threads.

Oh, moon, why do you weep with such sorrow?

Are they lost loves or shattered dreams?

Your rays, like vibrating silver threads,

Entwine with sorrows, sealed mysteries.

In her laments, the moon tells secrets,

Stories of lost souls in her glow.

In the sky, mourning dances in darkened heavens,

An eternal lament, in every sigh.

Thus, the moon weeps in the silence of the night,

Her wailing echoes through stellar expanses.

Celestial laments, in a sad lash,

Reveal the sorrow of solitary stars.

May the moon weep, and her lament resonate,

An echo in the vastness of the firmament.

Silver tears intertwined with the sky,

Telling laments in an eternal movement.

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