The nocturnal breeze whispers to the ear of roses,
The secret of the stars, where the mystery rests,
The flowers bow their heads in wonder,
Enchanting the night with their captivating fragrance.
The dark river murmurs ancient tales,
Flowing time in its serene reflections,
Dreams mingle with silvery reflections,
Sailing gently towards eternity.
The night, like a muse, inspires souls,
To paint canvases of fiery stars,
Poets seek words that ignite,
To capture the essence of these scented nights.
As the world rests beneath the starry sky,
Imagination awakens, free and unbridled,
Poetry dances with the moon's glow,
Weaving verses that, like stars, ignite.
A symbiosis of nature's grace and human soul.