SILENT, THE MOON
Silent,
the moon
glides
on the night,
silently
shining
from
the star height.
Silent,
the moon
rides
on the sky,
spying
on darkness,
like
the night's eye.
From
fields of wide violet
it
pries through the night;
providing
pale whiteness:
a
delicate light.
Softly
the moon,
through
the night gliding,
seeks
for what's hiding
in
the quietness of all...
finding
the sound
that
is in silence;
finding
the light
that
is in shadow.
Silently
shining
from
the star height;
quietly
the moon
glides
on the night.
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