The fragrance of the night, Drifts through the soaring trees, An essence of endless possibility, Stars winking in approval, Of a world steeped in magic, Whispering secrets to the moon.
- Andre Breton
The fragrance of the night, Drifts through the soaring trees, An essence of endless possibility, Stars winking in approval, Of a world steeped in magic, Whispering secrets to the moon.