Moonlight (Claire De Lune) Poem by Pietro Grossi

Moonlight,
The magic of night
All troubles of soul
Came outside.

And the mind
In such lovely bliss,
Takes a flight
Looking for what's in miss.

It's easy to fly
In such Paradise,
Darkness around..
No voices..few sounds.

So, with dark beside,
Reaches the light
All...it comes from that sight...
...The night...
...The moonlight.


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