MOONLESS NIGHT
On a moonless night
I hear her silent footsteps
in the dark
absort in her world she
did not saw the beauty
of the stars above
the lampost yellowish glow
outlines the beauty of her
familiar form.
the day is done and
she is heading home
on a moonless night
I hear her silent footsteps
in the dark
the wind holds its breath
and the trees remain solemnly
still as she walks by
while birds in soundless flight
pirouette above her head
on a moonless night.
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