Shadow Serenade
A Ballet of Shadows in the Serenade of Secrets
In the quietude of a dim-lit room,
Where shadows waltz in the muted gloom.
A serenade unfolds, a whispered affair,
Midnight melodies that dance in the air.
Silhouettes pirouette with grace,
In the flickering candle's soft embrace.
Secrets exchanged in the quiet ballet,
Where echoes of dreams come out to play.
Moonlight paints a canvas of mystery,
A realm where reality and fantasy agree.
Each shadow a partner in the clandestine dance,
A symphony of whispers, a shadowy trance.
The night unfolds its velvet cloak,
As the shadow serenade continues to evoke.
In this realm of darkness and moonbeam,
Secrets are shared in the shadowy scheme.
Softly the night whispers its sweet serenade,
In the dance of shadows, where secrets are laid.
A nocturnal ballet, enchanting and keen,
The shadow serenade, a dance yet unseen.
About the Creator
Buzu
Verses sculpted from the heart, I'm a poet navigating emotions with ink-stained fingertips. Crafting tales that dance between reality and dreams, my words paint a symphony of feelings in the canvas of life. 📜✨ #PoetLife #Wordsmith
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Great going! Keep up the fantastic effort—