The moon [Theme] Page 1

Here comes the moon. Some love her, some hate her. People are different, sometimes too much. Skin color, eyes, worldview. But one thing in people will be the same. We humans will always convince ourselves otherwise. So it's not easier to live with it than to fight it.

A large moon, resembling a silver dollar, floated between the piles of clouds; the wind drove them along this dark airy river like gilded boats. The moonlight reflected in the windows of the buildings, making them look like dull, unpleasant eyes.

I'm exhausted. And I melt, I melt, I melt - in a dream ...!

Wait for autumn, as the most beautiful and passionate man who comes once a year and showers you with kisses - that's why the leaves fall from the branches, exposing their essence. We have been endlessly taught that the matter is in the laws of the earth, in photosynthesis, gravity and lunar phases, but all living things are ruled by passion: the moon falls in love with the sun, ready for it to sweep the oceans off the face of the earth, create crushing storms and destroy all life in the name of great love. Passion incinerates, casts off fetters, erases boundaries, false masks - it is the beginning. ㅤㅤ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀

I'm not a thief lurking in the shadows, let the moon shine on me.

The reddish moon finally breaks through the mud on the east side of the Dome and bathes everything in bloody light. It's the end of October, and in Chester's Mill October is the most heartless month, mixing memory with desire. There are no flowers on this dead earth. No flowers, no trees, no grass. The moon looks at utter devastation, because there is practically nothing else to look at.

But there is a lot to do today.

Mine are as beautiful as the moon in Kabul.

But you, my sympathetic reader, sometimes remember the little Alex, as you remember him. Amen. And every other kal.

The moon knows like no one else what loneliness is.

The forest shone as it huddled in the embrace of the dark night under the dead moon. Luna grinned angrily, squinting her bleary eyes.

In the mirrors of morning dew...

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Dreamer,