Night

moonshot 16 7.2.14

She tiptoes down to earth, wearing her dark cloak. Outside every house she stands, absolutely quiet, she looks inside. In some homes she sees love, happiness, warmth.

In some she sees sadness, loneliness and emptiness.

Some call her mysterious, some call her magical, some wait for her for magical reasons, some for monstrous desires.

She stays the witness, without any interference.

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