In the silence of the night, shadows softly sway,Whispers of the moonlit dance, where dreams gently play.The stars above, like silent spectators, gleam,Guiding the steps of those lost in the rhythm’s beam.As the breeze carries tales of old, the dancers glide,Their movements a language that words cannot hide.With every turn, a story unfolds in the air,A ballet of emotions, tender and rare.The ground echoes with the heartbeat of the earth,A symphony of life, a moment of rebirth.In this sacred space, where body and soul unite,The dance becomes a beacon, shining through the night.As dawn approaches, the final notes softly cease,Leaving behind a tranquil, lingering peace.Yet the essence of the dance remains, ever bright,A testament to the beauty found in the night.