Cold evening, hushed moon
Spreads splendor on earth
Silent nostalgia
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Written for Haiku Heights
Prompt: Splendor

Also for One Single Impression
Prompt: Evening

“Dreams are like the paints of a great artist. Your dreams are your paints, the world is your canvas. Believing, is the brush that converts your dreams into a masterpiece of reality.”



