Circles spinning in the twilight’s embrace,
Each curve whispering secrets of grace.
In the still of night, they twirl and sway,
Painting the sky in a celestial ballet.

Triangles piercing the velvet dark,
Their edges sharp, leaving a luminous mark.
They rise like mountains, proud and tall,
Silent sentinels to the moon’s call.

Squares stand firm, with edges aligned,
Holding the world in their structured bind.
Their faces gleam with a gentle light,
Guardians of dreams in the soft midnight.

Stars, the jewels of the night’s domain,
Shapes that shimmer in a diamond chain.
In their glow, the universe unfolds,
Stories of old in their brilliance told.