Twlight
Beneath stars that dance in endless skies,
Saturday nights where love never dies,
Hearts entwine in rhythm’s sway,
Whispers guide us, we play,
Moonlight’s tender gleam,
Dreams softly stream,
Holding tight,
Pure light,
Shine
Postscript:
This Nonet poem captures the essence of love on a surreal Saturday night.
About the Creator
Printique Studios
A poetic journey weaver, I craft verses that paint the canvas of life with hues of dreams and determination. Their words resonate with empowerment, encouraging others to forge their destinies and embrace gratitude.
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