The night gave birth to its youngest child. A dream of love, of his yearning. A dream of eyes - not of hands. A dream to dream -not to live. But the child’s eyes didn’t know beauty. They were too weak to be astonished and the first light of

The night gave birth to its youngest child. A dream of love, of his yearning. A dream of eyes - not of hands. A dream to dream -not to live. But the child’s eyes didn’t know beauty. They were too weak to be astonished and the first light of

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