When the moon rises in the east, arcing over the sky til morning, the night sings a softer song
When the moon shadows its arc, the sky fills with stars, the night whispers whimsical songs.
From the darkness below
to look up to the night sky
is to be enchanted by the beauty.
“Go slowly, my lovely moon, go slowly.”
~ Khaled Hosseini, The Kite Runner
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