The Night
The small pebble rolls down the hill
stoc, stoc, stoc
The wind whispers through the leaves
shh, shh, shh
The dark clouds cover the shining stars
While the feeble moon enlightens my path
A solitary owl takes flight from a rotten brench
A wolf wails desperately to the moon
The moon rays don’t shatter the silver animal anymore
Copyright © Giulia Alberini | Year Posted 2020
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