The door opens.
Plants are still
The hill never moves
But not today.
Night is dead
Sky is dark
But not today,
Pierces right
through its heart
The Moon,
spreads
its silvery sheet
all over.
A stream of music
flows from a distance
smashing the silence
A dancing soul
over the hill
breaks the monotony
The door still remains open.
Plants are still
The hill never moves
But not today.
Night is dead
Sky is dark
But not today,
Pierces right
through its heart
The Moon,
spreads
its silvery sheet
all over.
A stream of music
flows from a distance
smashing the silence
A dancing soul
over the hill
breaks the monotony
The door still remains open.
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