The Night It Speaks

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Photo by Roberto Nickson from Pexels

Sometimes on a starlit night,

The world opens,

Speaking from the darkness.

Not voices,

Just the quiet beauty of the night wind

Aimlessly flapping at my shutters.

So I am kept awake,

Fearing that this strange significance,

Having found me here,

Will steal away again if I sleep.

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Stephen Joseph
Stephen Joseph

Written by Stephen Joseph

Poetry and Pop Culture is the name of the game. Stephen is an author living in Rochester with his wife and two children.

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