The Night

Wed, 06/21/2017 - 17:19 -- aconaty

By Joseph Abelardo Conaty

 

The wind howls at night

Speaking to us with fright

The sun decides to go to sleep

The moon wakes up and takes a peek

The trees are waving by and by

As if to try to say hi.

This poem is about: 
Our world

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