Night - Poem by Anatole Kantor
The cold, low lying fog at night
The street, with cars and headlights,
Stars rise and fall in nocturnal sky.
Trees and mountains, which are nearby,
Fill my imagination. Go to sleep, all you earth,
To another day you will give birth!
All the darkness, ease our thoughts:
During the day we're rightly taught.
Night obeys day, and the moon the sun.
As light transcends darkness; the other one.
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