Friday, June 17, 2011
The day is over, the night begins... and the stars group together in the transparent dark as if they were discussing the beauty of a moon that shines round and magnificent, queen of the sky, bathing everything below her in silvery light. A bird rehearses a new song perched on a fragrant mango tree and I don't dare move, afraid of upsetting the perfect world before me. Sometimes, when we find beauty we are afraid to breathe and living falls second to our need to dream Sign in
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