listening to the sounds of the night
with my head resting on the window glass
i open my eyes to a wondrous scene
islands of light in a landscape dark
the silent rustlings of the leaves
from the trees standing in the yard
are like soft music to my ears
soothing my wounded heart.
in such stillness i stand
till the morning arives
bringigng with it
such warmth and light
to rouse ones soul
and ease ones cares
invoking joy outright...
thus my darkest night ends
i think as i bathe in the warmth
that the summer sun porvides
but i fear even in this warmth
that there will be another night....
with my head resting on the window glass
i open my eyes to a wondrous scene
islands of light in a landscape dark
the silent rustlings of the leaves
from the trees standing in the yard
are like soft music to my ears
soothing my wounded heart.
in such stillness i stand
till the morning arives
bringigng with it
such warmth and light
to rouse ones soul
and ease ones cares
invoking joy outright...
thus my darkest night ends
i think as i bathe in the warmth
that the summer sun porvides
but i fear even in this warmth
that there will be another night....
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