Night by Ann Wood
It is a dark night outside, and the city is asleep.In the distance, voices of passers-by who have had breakfast can be heard and birds sing their love song.
A quiet January night, and I am standing in front of the fireplace with a cup of coffee and watching the flames of the fire in it.
The music of the birds outside keeps me company, in my lonely night.
Poetry by Ann Wood
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Written on 2023-01-13 at 22:41
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