The Night Has Its Innocence - Poem by Shalom Freedman
THE NIGHT HAS ITS INNOCENCE
The night has its innocence
‘The fields open to the sky’
The passerbys – each to their own destination.
And I walking
So quiet inside
As if nothing we love
Could ever die.
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