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Good night

It was a Saturday night
I couldn't sleep well and tight
I slowly pull the hinge of the door
The only sound was my footsteps on the floor

As I went out ,I started feeling alive 
Felt the fresh air and the soft breeze
It was so cold I thought I would freeze
The only living thing I could see was the trees

The moon shone like glitter
All that glitters is not gold ,it was silver
The sky was like a glittered gem

I see the stars shining bright
As I walk In the dim streetlight
I went back home and turned off the light
And I wished myself a good night.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2019




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