A blog, with descriptions of life
But, mainly a lot of my Poems
Sunday, February 22, 2015
Night
Nothing moves
The sky is dark
The wolves don't howl
The wind doesn't roar
The cicadas don't play
Everything is silent,
But at the same time,
the night is loud.
When the wolves don't howl
The moon howls instead.
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