The moon has risen, my goddess of the night,
The rustles hide in the woodland shade;
I hear someone's laughter of unknown delight
This shadow may lead to my happiness gate.
It's hard among unknown spirits solitary rove,
To the night's shade, I doubt of the soul confide;
Silently the moon illuminates the silent grove,
On a dark night, the moon makes my thoughts bright.
Oh moon, you are the queen of my dreams from the sky height,
I feel the charms of the night and have the endless drew;
The sky of my Tennessee today without a veil of the clouds night;
The moon caresses my heart and my wide-open eyes too.
The Moon
© Copyright: Владимир Долгов, 2023
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