THE NIGHT
Serene….silent…
only the wind caress the lush ballad,
occasionally wiggling, as the breezy soft swung.
In sepimu…
silencing the greedy souls
anesthetize a selfish heart
dampen the anger of turbulent
wrap up hope that imprinted
cried the guard,Fat asleep race..
paved the dreamer dreams.
In silent…
sometimes be an intermediary longing for the watchman..
divine inspiration for the thinker and not a little ..,
the folder hiding in the gap.
Serene…silent…
bury millions tired
The moon is still biting..
during the late evening silence enfold..
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