Clouds enshroud the gem of the sky
that reflects herself heavily on the water
of the black sea
that's salted and at the same time bitter
and it seems a groundless abyss
in this freezing and wetted night

It's the game of the moon
encircled from the clouds
The light that irradiates
the black halo
that surrounds her
and since covers such...
...slowly she escapes from her hideaway
near just a a star
I'm looking it
it's shining
her light is glaring
almost like the reflected shine of the sun
on that silver globe
Woman in the soul
armed by a divine grandeur

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