When one sits alone in the pale moon's light a sense of clearness and irradiate peace pervades the spirit All things are masks in a world of silver order where everything is frozen and inconsequential. Pattern supplants purpose; Cool air Enfolds care And the soul merges in the moonlight And ascends translucent on its beams.Please feel free to link to this page.
by Leon Malinofsky
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