"I'm smiling at you"
the sky said to me
but there was only a quarter of the moon
and I didn't understand.
"Bend your head"
he then said to me.
"One should be able to watch
from every angle
to see the beautiful things
where it seems that there aren't."
I bent the head
and the sky was smiling at me.
24.8. '15
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