Apr 17, 2020
Under the moonlight,
I feel light.
Under the moonlight,
I feel fine.
The sun burns,
too harshly,
too fast,
reduces everything to nothingness.
The moon cares,
caresses with ephemeral notes,
of love,
of life.
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