The Sounds Of The Night - Poem by Antonio DeLisa
The sounds of the night
have something of the music
and something of the randomness
of the noise.
They mark the space,
mark the time,
are like an echo
of the day.
Friends that keep us
from going too deep
They look after like faithful dogs.
Silence does not exist.
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