the moon was out
as pale as milk
giving no lights
to the roofs of the street
the bells were silent
the people were snoring
the fire extinguished
the dogs asleep
a small ray of light
appeared at the road
as a car passed by
the dozing sheep
the cries of a mother
came from a house afar
as she held her child
dead, a slumber deep
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BEAS' BOOK OF WRITTEN STUFF
Acakmy collection of short stories and poems and quotes and miscreations and other stuff. hope you enjoy.
