The moon shifts shades, yet beauty does not fade,
Even in crimson, your glow cannot be swayed.
A ruby lantern hung in the silent skies,
Grace outshines color, no mask, no disguise.
Why did the heavens weave you with such art?
To stir the soul, to enthrall every heart.
O moon, your beauty is eternity’s spark
Sep 7, 2025
Sep 7, 2025 at 9:52 AM UTC
The moon shifts shades, yet beauty does not fade,
Even in crimson, your glow cannot be swayed.
A ruby lantern hung in the silent skies,
Grace outshines color, no mask, no disguise.
Why did the heavens weave you with such art?
To stir the soul, to enthrall every heart.
O moon, your beauty is eternity’s spark
