Moonlight rising with the night,
glowing petals of a soft light
cast moon shadows all around.
Mysterious shapes imprint the ground,
and a chilly breeze moves through,
throwing accents of sounds anew.
Dim, hollow noises pierce the dark,
waiting for the grace of a tiny spark.
A direction chosen by nary a light
In wonderment, is this path right?
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