Distant stars,
winking in silvery glow.
Faraway mountains,
dark giants capped with snow.
Below the street lamp's halo,
shadows dance in the mist.
Another quiet night,
how can I resist?
Deserted streets, witching hour,
murmurs of nearby streams.
Fragrance of sleeping flowers,
a time for sweet dreams.
A distant wail of an ambulance
breaks the silence,
but quietude soon return.
My reverie too, seeming from a far distance,
sweet memories of days gone by.
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