All stars are switched off in the sky.
The moon is bright.
A loud sound of wolf’s cry.
This lonely night is not the first.
The time goes back –
From death to birth…
I’m gone – you were too proud.
Now I’m the moon.
You are the wolf, who cries to me so loud…
the Night
© Copyright: Александра Стамбровская, 2010
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