Silent Night Staring at the moon Wondering how it was made | Pensive|

Silent Night

Staring at the moon
Wondering how it was made
The soft light
The unbothering silence

Echoing winds
Chasing down the roughness of the day
Clearing the way for a new day
Looking forward to brighten people's day

I look at the silent houses
The ones with light outside but inner darkness
Waiting for another day
For people to bring their darkness out

I then feel a cold breeze
Of all unreached goals of the day
The lost hopes
And all the disappointments

The breeze is too strong
It reaches out to my bones
But then I look at the stars
And I get embraced by the dreams yet to be true

Slowly I turn my back and head back in
For the night speaks a lot to those who listen
To those who don't
It is a silent night

By Price
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