The Moon shines divinely,
The stars twinkle in the distance,
I hear the breath of Earth,
Midnight... The silence reigns in the air ...
The wind plays with the leaves,
Whistling a sweet song
As if asking for forgiveness
For breaking the peace...
The wings of dancing moths
Glimmer and reflect in the dew,
I like its gentle trembling
Smelling the scent of flowers ...
I breathe the nocturnal beauty,
Finding peace of mind...
The Moon shines divinely. Sonnet
© Copyright: Княгиня Татьяна Романова -Бродни, 2012
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