Walking Home

Moonlight pierces the night sky,

shines across the narrow streets -

your face is suddenly lit

and your eyes are open....

The city is quiet now

and in this silence

how far our thoughts reach, embrace;

light spills everywhere,

the universe sings

and I salute the nearness of such order....

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