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Tranquil Night

This is a poem I wrote to praise the night and the nature"s work during the night.
Tranquil night,
Nothing has might.
Though some people are evil the gloom,
All they do is a doom.
Birds sleeping peacefully in their nests
And every creature rests.
The earth is as quite as the dead.
The only thing that speaks is the wind,
That blows with a whistle in long grass
And the darkness is so still,
It neither speaks nor sees.
Nevertheless it is a tranquil night.
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Published: 10/9/2010
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