Dusk to Dawn

From dusk to dawn I roam the streets

A quiet place where few find peace. 

My solace in the rising moon

For many sleep - few to renew.

The silence is my comfort still

As all who weep face the last hill.

Painful tears to a sorrowed tune.

Of all those lost - lost to my moon.

This poem is about: 
Me
Our world

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