its pale face scared with scrachs and holes. it shines on the lake, it reflects off the water as a white cicel in the night sky,the Волки howl to it in protest and love. from the mighty ocean waves roaring to the берег to its many diffrent faces.it holds a deep connection with earth,so it is connected to me.it keeps me commfort on long winter nights. i stare at it with addmiering eyes full of yearning. it makes me fell so sain to look at it, it maks me crazy on a full moon. i yearn and wish i could grab hold of it and bring it to me,to make it a stunning neaklace for me, and olny i to were.but to get as close as i dare ,why do i care i am only a mere mortale with an obbsesion with the moon
