The moon makes my night
The bright white round light
The freshness of the dusk air
The music loud
The feeling of freedom
It’s fleeting I know, because it is not real
But in this moment I feel it and my soul is happy
Bee Houghton
The moon makes my night
The bright white round light
The freshness of the dusk air
The music loud
The feeling of freedom
It’s fleeting I know, because it is not real
But in this moment I feel it and my soul is happy
Bee Houghton