The moon whispers secrets
Upon a child's ear.
When the clock strikes midnight,
The garden sighs in jest.
Do you hear the echoes of the past? Or perhaps you seek fragments of forgotten dreams?
In the hush of velvet night,
Crickets tell tales of worlds unseen,
Where the sun never grasps its light,
And darkness reigns serene.
Dare you linger in the night,
Where shadows twist and voices plead?
Follow the veiled paths, if you dare,
To discover what's rarely shared...