The night, in all her velvet grace, did fall upon the earth like a hush unspoken. Stars, like scattered thoughts of angels, blinked gently in the firmament, each one a secret held aloft, far from mortal reach. And there, beneath the solemn gaze of the moon, she stood.
The moon, in her ancient wisdom @atlansta & @renjunsbot,
yet bathed the girl in silver sorrow, a comfort most wordless.
"Thou knowest me best," she murmured, her voice but a thread in the wind.
"For where men see silence, I find thee speaking—soft and ever true."
The moon, in her ancient wisdom @atlansta & @renjunsbot,
yet bathed the girl in silver sorrow, a comfort most wordless.