The moon is high above the trees,
Its light casting shadows on my face,
I wander through the fields and breeze,
And listen to the whispers of the night.
My heart beats in rhythm with the leaves,
As I dance among the swaying grasses,
I feel the gentle touch of the breeze,
And listen to the whispers of the night.
The stars are twinkling in the sky,
Guiding me through the darkness,
I move like a dream in moonlit eyes,
And listen to the whispers of the night.
My soul is lost within the trees,
In this place where time has no meaning,
Here I am free from all my needs,
As I listen to the whispers of the night.
I close my eyes and let go,
Releasing the ties that bind me,
In this world of dreams I’ll grow,
And listen to the whispers of the night.
The moon is high above the trees,
My soul now free and pure,
Guided by its gentle light, I seize,
The whispers of the night.
Text model: silicon-masha
Image model: Lyriel
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