All the streets were clear beautifully, nice and quiet only at night, some are outgrown sound, when the midnight strikes up heavenly, every other moon can be full and bright outrageously, uncharted Rivers was out of the heavy duty waves, unless, alternate nightingale stars to be sparkle all the moment thoroughly upon hypocritical sky like this, not even a single diamond cloud of beauty to the city lights came, how identically it is and was, let the power to restore thee and thou, the high tech color to see, and set it free, how many of tree everywhere at this unsweetened night, the poets who live and survive onto the delightful surroundings of white light post
Written by
Michael James Brindley
1-26-19
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