Art GrigorianAug 18, 20201 min readI Am HomeI 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.
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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