The Silent Moon
The moon hangs quietly in the night,
A witness to our hidden fight.
It sees the tears we never show,
The dreams we lost long ago.
It does not speak, yet understands,
The weight we hold in fragile hands.
A silver glow, a gentle guide,
For those who wander deep inside.
And though the dark may seem so wide,
The moon reminds us: light still hides.
O