Summer night by Ann Wood
Summer nightAnd now the night has come, the sun sets and the moon rises, the sky is strewn with stars.
The night is clear and warm, although it is the end of summer.
Birdsong and the conversation of two lovers can be heard from the garden.
A summer night, and the sky is filled with countless stars.
Summer night, voices of people moving are heard outside.
Poetry by Ann Wood
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Written on 2023-08-21 at 13:59
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