streets are quieter than ever;
stars, brighter than ever
at its heart,
silence wanders the night
until it shines bright
the sky is silent, dark and blue
the moon, its jewel
breeze whispers in the street
the truth we failed to greet:
“our path is ought to be hard;
for there's no light
without the dark”
Jun 13, 2019
Jun 13, 2019 at 4:00 AM UTC
streets are quieter than ever;
stars, brighter than ever
at its heart,
silence wanders the night
until it shines bright
the sky is silent, dark and blue
the moon, its jewel
breeze whispers in the street
the truth we failed to greet:
“our path is ought to be hard;
for there's no light
without the dark”
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