The simplicity of the night,
When there is nothing to burden.
The moon above,
The streets vacant,
The center of town,
The stores illuminate.
Peaceful.
You can walk through the middle,
The street empty.
The stars above,
Left to admire,
And nothing left to hear.
The beauty of the night,
Comes once in a while,
When the world becomes,
All too much,
It's special.
Memorable.
When the world is at rest,
And you are left unattached,
No one left.
Homes are left with porch lights,
Their sleeping families,
Dreams of happiness,
And there are no voices left.
We wish for more nights like this,
But then we would overlook the silence,
And empty streets.
For when we have little to obtain,
We savor,
The simplicity of the night.
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A/N
Hi!!! If you guys could do me a favor and answer the following questions
What is happiness to you?
What is paradise to you?
Thanks so much, I will be using these responses in a future poem to grasp a better understanding of those around me. It will be cool to see all of your responses! Those who respond will have a shoutout when I publish the poem. Those who wish not to have a shout out just message me or write it in your comment with your answer.
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