Do you still remember the open window where in warm summer nights, just after you closed your eyes, you felt the softest touch of the goddess of the Night? She was always coming together with the wind which was like a guardian to protect you both from the angry human world. You kept a scented Lily of the valley candle on the windowsill to show her the path to your uncovered arm. The touch was like a unique moment of the day where you were born with no painfully crying heart and eyes dying from loneliness. It was like a dream about a planet hidden far away behind thousands of galaxies somewhere in the Universe. The little planet with two souls holding their hands and floating above the blooming apple orchard. That was the place where you heard singing larks and saw flying nobly butterflies. No pain, no hatred - just heavenly peacefully time.
But the burned candle brought your soul back, and you had to say good bye to walking away your lady of the Night.
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