I Am Home
Art Grigorian- Aug 18, 2020
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I cross the road lit by the moonlight.
The night is sweet,
as sweet as the red wine that stains my lips.
The night is serene, as serene as my soul.
The moon hid.
I am home.
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I cross the road lit by the moonlight.
The night is sweet,
as sweet as the red wine that stains my lips.
The night is serene, as serene as my soul.
The moon hid.
I am home.
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