The moon, a silver coin in velvet skies, Did cast its glow on slumber's gentle hold, Where dreams, like phantom birds, began to rise, And tales untold, in woven threads, unrolled.
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An amazing poem! A moonlit night's spell on a poet is so poetically expressed!