Heavens’ curtains are pulled;
And ss the sun is put away,
The skies grow dark.
Tiny stars quietly shine.
The night brings silence.
The bustling of the day
Is ended.
The birds trills and warbles
Are still.
Voices in the street
Have ceased.
The vibrant sound of motorists
Has toned down.
One can hear the clock:
Tick, tock, tick, tock…
Time flees.
The curtains are pulled.
The skies are dark.
The night brings silence.
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