Some kind of magic, happens late at night. When the moon, smiles down at me, it bathes me in its light. I fell asleep beside you, in the tall blades of grass. When I woke, the world was new, I… — Joshua Radin Copy Share Image
Perhaps the crescent moon smiles in doubt at being told that it is a fragment awaiting perfection. — Rabindranath Tagore Copy Share Image
