What a night!
The moon and her bright,
Smile all over,
Sweeping away the stubborn fear.
Perhaps tonight the moon is more,
In love with the earth than ever before,
Nature's beauty has turned into art; let's rejoice,
To the fullest as did the Byzantine populace.
I'm literally happier,
Than you are,
With two moons next to me,
The one I can caress, the other I can feel and see.
How romantic the milieu,
Can possibly turn into,
Other than this?
As if on the move beauty is!
The moonlight keeps on kissing,
This, that, everything,
But the serene lake seems to be the happiest,
Holding the moon warmly in its breast.
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