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AI Musical Composition 9
Songs evoke emotions, sometimes the silence of words is enough while the musical notes take shape and life, however, there can also be a poem that accompanies the message... like this one:
Whispers Beneath the Moon
Beneath a sky of velvet deep,
Where silver stars in silence sleep,
A country house of gentle grace
Rests nestled in a soft embrace.
The scent of blooms, lavender, rose
Drifts on a breeze that softly blows,
And all the world feels hushed and still,
As night wraps ‘round the dreaming hill.
The moon, a lantern high and wide,
Hangs quiet in the endless tide,
Its glow upon the rooftops cast,
Like memories of summers past.
Within the house, by windowpane,
A figure stands, serene, humane
Their gaze upon the skies above,
A wish sent forth with quiet love.
No sound but owls and petals’ sigh,
No fear beneath that watchful sky,
Just peace that hums in every wall,
And dreams that rise and softly fall.
So let this place forever be,
A haven steeped in mystery,
Where hearts can heal, and spirits rise,
With every star that lights the skies.
🎶🎶🎶
This song is a creation created by artificial intelligence.
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By RebeJumperSongs evoke emotions, sometimes the silence of words is enough while the musical notes take shape and life, however, there can also be a poem that accompanies the message... like this one:
Whispers Beneath the Moon
Beneath a sky of velvet deep,
Where silver stars in silence sleep,
A country house of gentle grace
Rests nestled in a soft embrace.
The scent of blooms, lavender, rose
Drifts on a breeze that softly blows,
And all the world feels hushed and still,
As night wraps ‘round the dreaming hill.
The moon, a lantern high and wide,
Hangs quiet in the endless tide,
Its glow upon the rooftops cast,
Like memories of summers past.
Within the house, by windowpane,
A figure stands, serene, humane
Their gaze upon the skies above,
A wish sent forth with quiet love.
No sound but owls and petals’ sigh,
No fear beneath that watchful sky,
Just peace that hums in every wall,
And dreams that rise and softly fall.
So let this place forever be,
A haven steeped in mystery,
Where hearts can heal, and spirits rise,
With every star that lights the skies.
🎶🎶🎶
This song is a creation created by artificial intelligence.