Miss Moon in The Sky

The night kissed the fading day, with a whisper: “I am death, your mother, From me you will get new birth.” - Rabindranth Tagore View high resolution

The night kissed the fading day, with a whisper: “I am death, your mother, From me you will get new birth.” - Rabindranth Tagore

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