The sky is ink. Some night lights begin to flash. We imagine God up there, up there ... end of August Heaven lined auroras ... A light breeze is chilling waves. Tonight, I am melancholy. I see this mini crescent moon rising, stretching lazily over the horizon. Looks like the blink of an eye on the sky. It is orange. I cry in me. As I am nostalgic before this episode of the Song of Creation when God created the human couple. God created man in His own image, the image of God he created him, he created them man and wife. God said, It is not good that man should be alone. I must give him a mate fit for him. "(Genesis 2, 19). In blessing God with all my heart, I looked up at the crescent moon that gave me a wink. In me a long sob rose swell the waves ... And I went to bed.
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