The Silent of the Night
An owl hoots in a tree
Mice run by...one,two,three
The stars twinkle bright
The only light in the night
The full moon is directly overhead
In the beauty of the night, I don't even think about bed
The winds blow by
Rustling the leaves low and high
The trees whistle a happy song
The birds asleep in them all night long
But above all this...sound and sight
The beauty and silence of the night
If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.
Emily Dickinson (1830-1886) American poet.
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| The Silent of the Night | 0 | 09/16/2010 |
| Fall 2 | 0 | 04/27/2010 |
| Fall | 1 | 04/27/2010 |
| Fall | 0 | 04/27/2010 |
| My Lost Love | 2 | 04/27/2010 |
| Home | 0 | 04/27/2010 |
| My Secret Love | 2 | 04/22/2010 |
| Beautiful Ocean | 2 | 04/21/2010 |
| Have You Ever Thought | 0 | 04/21/2010 |
| Ignored Gift | 0 | 04/21/2010 |
| Night | 0 | 04/20/2010 |
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