The Night
I can’t think of anything more dazzling,
Than the sights and sounds of the night.
The sound of the cold hard pavement beneath my feet,
As I walk through a serene city.
To the sounds of the people,
Roaming around without a care in the world.
Cars honking their horns in a far distance.
Children running and laughing,
Being free and full of life.
Trees rustling their drawn out branches.
A gentle breeze blows through my hair,
A streetlight shines on me,
Creating a lengthy shadow on the ground.
I walk continuously,
Eager to see what sights await me.
I look up towards the black sky.
A sheet of twinkling stars hover above me,
And a full moon lays motionless.
The moon reminds me of an angel,
Guarding and watching over our planet.
It’s one of the greatest sights to see.
The sights and sounds of the night. Mark Robles
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