Last night moon came down to the earth,
All tree branches tried to catch her,
And dry soil tried to drank
The white water of light
Coming out from the outer glow of her body;
I also got a magical gift from the moonlight,
My long shadow was moving independently,
It caught the attention of owl and shadowy bushes,
I found the strange thing in that shadow –
It was the shadow of a nocturnal poet!
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