Tears of the Moon

In the silence of the night, the moon weeps,

Silver tears, sorrow that evaporates.

Among clouds that conceal its lament,

A lunar poem, eternal torment.

In the sky, a canvas of disillusion,

The moon pours out its solitude.

Reflecting in rivers of silver, the longing,

In a nocturnal song, an eternal truth.

Stars bear witness to the celestial weeping,

In nightly verses, the moon invests itself.

Each tear, a link of melancholy,

In the vastness of space, a poetry.

In the moon's song, the echo of abandonment,

Cosmic sighs, a sad intonation.

The sky adorns itself with tearful moonlight,

And the night surrenders to the silent weeping.

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