pink_rhythm
Jun 29, 2009 21:45
The darkness of the night
Swept over the sleeping town.
Life movement was almost non-existent,
Creating not a disturbance.
The children were tucked into bed,
Furry companions laying nearby.
Whispers of breath
Rose into the air.
All was quiet,
All was sound.
children,
whispers,
sleeping,
night,
poetry,
town,
fiction