I see you in the darkness
Your body sparkles like the pale Moon
In a dress of shadows
Come out of the obscurity to my temple room
Land your hands to my neck
Whenever our lips will connect
Fireworks will be born
As from the explosion of a comet
Then our souls will find a repose
The pale Moon
© Copyright: Иван Арзамасцев, 2019
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