Fall's 31st
Hushed by the pale moonlit street,
stalking limbs shone dull
Birds having a midnight tweet,
sung in a whispering yell
A chill, a wail
The winds tell story's of tales lost, tales found,
but who will listen?
The sudden silence seems so loud
The sun will rise,
again
©Hannahlore Starr
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