Ayann
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Can a flower bloom without the sun?
Can the rain fall without its touch?
Can the moon glow without its shine?
The sun-so strong, so bright, so much.
Yet, my heart still finds the moon,
Soft and quiet, lighting the night.
Far, yet it reaches me,
With a glow that feels just right.
It holds the stars, a gentle dream,
A beauty wrapped in silver light.
And though the sun makes it shine,
I'll always love the moon at night.
Can the rain fall without its touch?
Can the moon glow without its shine?
The sun-so strong, so bright, so much.
Yet, my heart still finds the moon,
Soft and quiet, lighting the night.
Far, yet it reaches me,
With a glow that feels just right.
It holds the stars, a gentle dream,
A beauty wrapped in silver light.
And though the sun makes it shine,
I'll always love the moon at night.
