In the bright
lighting
more warmly
everything is becoming
there is a good familiar
and sympathetic
dark background
looks like
the night sky
you can
always
paint stars
invented by you
to replace
one in its sleep
the moon
alone will find
the road to you
in the bright
lighting it is
getting more warmly
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Marvellous, warm, charming! I like it very much!