The night of Orange moon,
when stars are also orange,
and wind is quiet tune,
all dreams go out of storage.
I sit on balcony with mint tea
and I am waiting for my dream.
The moon face is looking at me
and hears my wish in the air stream.
This night is full of melodies.
The orange glow is mild.
The moon is orange melon.
I know, my wish will light!
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Dessy Tsvetkova
Picture Nick Victor