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11 Haiku — The Moon, Lovers, and Questions at the Midnight Hour
Instead of exploring the astral plane in deep REM sleep, the muse wants to play. It’s midnight and I’m writing Haiku.
Midnight moon glows bright,
illuminating the night,
peaceful and serene.
In the midnight hour,
lovers embrace under stars,
lost in each other.
Midnight sky so vast,
questions of life and future,
soul contemplations.
Moon at midnight’s peak,
casts shadows on the river,
nature’s lullaby.
Midnight’s stillness calls,
whispers secrets to the night,
eternal mysteries.
Midnight’s gentle breeze,
Carries whispers of the past,
memories alive.
Moon shines bright above,
midnight hour, time to dream —
hope and wonder reign.
Midnight’s dark canvas,
awaits the artist’s brushstroke,
creating beauty.