Still
The night is calm
Not even a breeze
The leaves all silent
As they grasp to the trees
No sound at all
The cricket now sleeps
The noise stays hidden
Like a secret it keeps
Not even a whisper
Escapes in the night
The sound begs forgiveness
As it remains contrite
Sound is the captive
To silence's will
Silence is the victor
The night is just, still
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