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With the face of a frightened beauty
Looks midnight Moon
In his sorrow gentle, gentle,
In the high heavens alone.
And I want to, sometimes
In her sadness and longing,
Suddenly hold your hand
On her frosted cheek...
Under it are countries and peoples.
Above it is a thick night mist.
But still its nature
So wonderfully bright!
And getting closer to the abyss
On your way of life,
I see her every time I see her,
I want to tell her: "Don't be sad!"
*** Photos from the Network (M. CH.)
18. 09. 2019.