Whispers of Gold and Starlight

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Upon the night where soft winds sigh,
A golden muse began to rise.
With stardust woven in her hair,
She danced beneath the moonlight’s glare.

Her whispers wove the flowers bright,
Each petal bathed in silver light.
Her gown, a veil of shimmering hue,
Spun from threads of morning dew.

The world stood still to watch her gleam,
A fleeting vision, like a dream.
But as the dawn began to call,
She faded, lost beyond the hall.

Yet in the breeze, her song remains,
A melody of love and pain.
And those who listen close and true,
May glimpse her light in drops of dew.