Ornamental cloudscompose an evening love song;
a road leaves evasively.
The new moon begins
a new chapter of our nights,
of those frail nights
we stretch out and which mingle
with these black horizontals.
Rilke
The sky was lit
by the splendor of the moon
So powerfulI fell to the ground
Your love has made me sure
Rumi
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