Moz Rauf - A Virgin Night

When the moon shines over the park trees,
Travelling majesty in shadowy nights,
carressing the mid-summer's breeze delight,
Flirting fondly with a lonesome soul's flight
Breathing ryhmes, a poet shall dance to the rite;
Untill his soul, words, and the night whirl, alike.

Moz Rauf

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