The moon is like a clean, fragrant body. Sound asleep, it gives off a seductive smell. A night is pressed on either side by two days. Between them all, the dark circles around your eyes stay joyful.
A stanza from a poem I read years ago. If anyone knows the author, you would save me from being haunted by the feeling that I can just almost remember it… It’s beautiful, I think. Please excuse the dabbling in Polish. If I had time, I would study it alongside French.
Image is Moonrise by Stanislaw Maslowski
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I completely understand. So many beautiful languages!
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