She had a new secret, the strenght of the moon, looking at her
I see you better in music, I hear you better in wind, I feel you more in a flooding moonlight, that understands nothing, but darkness and silence.
(n.) The light of the moon.
(a.) Occurring during or by moonlight; characterized by moonlight.
I find joy and magic in every drop of moonlight. I hear songs of love in every glint of a star.
You need a poetic touch from the outer space? Then you need the moonlight!
This is what I am talking about: the bewitching power of moonlight. Moonlight incites dark passions like a cold flame, making hearts burning with the intensity of phosphorus.
Inner peace is a quiet evening moonlight walk in the soft falling snow of our minds
But tonight is a gusty, hurrying night . . . even the clouds racing over the sky are in a hurry and the moonlight that gushes out between them is in a hurry to flood the world.
A time when sky blue love bids farewell to the day and before dusk falls, the sunset ignites the smouldering embers of the moonlit soul...
I get a little poetic sometimes. The moonlight does that to me.
The one created thing which we cannot look at is the one thing in the light of which we look at everything. Like the sun at noonday, mysticism explains everything else by the blaze of its own victorio...
Darkness disturbedBy the haunting white moonlightGrey half clouds fail to containThe moon's lust for the night.
i want to be in love with youthe same wayi am in love with the moonwith the lightshiningout of its soul.
The moon was coming slowly up over the hill in front of them. The countryside was bathed in light, pale and cold and silvery. Everything could be seen quite plainly, and Lotta and Jimmy thought it was...
Music is moonlight in the gloomy night of life.
The peaceful splendour of the night healed again. The moon was now past the meridian and travelling down the west. It was at its full, and very bright, riding through the empty blue sky.
Beauty Lies Within The unknown
We feel cold, but we don't mind it, because we will not come to harm. And if we wrapped up against the cold, we wouldn't feel other things, like the bright tingle of the stars, or the music of the aur...
The crickets still sing in October. And lilly, she's trying to bloom. Tho she's resting her head on the shoulder of death, she still shines by the light of the moon.
I walked with my eyes on the path, but out of the corners of them I saw a man hiding behind an olive tree. He did not move as we approached, but I fell that he was watching us. As soon as we had passe...
And then I feel as if I'm witnessing a miracle, as ever so slowly she raises her face towards the moon. I watch her drink in the sight, sensing the flood of memories she's unleashed and wanting nothin...
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