And the moon was born ..

Old legends tell us that one day, the goddess of dreams cried with happiness.
A tear dropped from her velvet eyes, and was carried away by the angel creators.

To make a jewel, these makers of the universe sculpted a pearl and the moon was born. And, every evening on the neighboring land, the divine glow of graceful beauty stretches out. Kneeling and humble, I raised my eyes. An intense moment of total adoration. I prayed, lifting my soul to the heavens.

The world reveals itself with a pale light, moon magic – my beloved Muse, my most faithful friend and ally.

 

 

By: Thierry Lorho
Photo: NTD Life

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