Oh the moonlight.
Not like the sunlight
which can brighten the whole earth,
too strong to be seen.
You shine through the corners
that especially hungry for brightness.
You are so generous,
allowing people to look at your face.
Silver satin hanging from the heaven,
embraces dreams into her arms.
Spirits jump on the creek,
gently fall on the mountains.
Talking to the soul.
Tranquil, but powerful.
It is the strength of calmness.
In her arms,
You will witness eternity.
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