Author: F***i
Rating: 4/5 ★★★★☆
Date:
Review: Moonlight drips through quiet trees, Silver stitched in midnight breeze. The world exhales, the rivers slow, And somewhere soft, the wildflowers glow. A thousand stars like scattered sparks Hang gently over sleeping parks. The night is deep, but not alone— Even silence has a tone. So if your heart feels worn and late, Like rain against a rusted gate, Remember: dawn is still on track, The sun has never once not come back.
Color: Burgundy
