On a silent night a new born arrived.
Peace was palpable in a furious and
bostorious town.
Why is it so silent to be almost scary
and unusual time in early winter night.
Chimneys can be counted by the
release of white smoke and went to
the sky on a starry night.
I dream or is it a sweet melody that
I can hear or is it just an imagination
from the old tales of my grandmother.
I wonder the streets confident that on
this silent night no harm will fall on
me, I feel protected and confident that
that on this silent night only good hearts
roam the street of this silent night in
a silent town.
PS: Photo not mine, if author recognizes his
work, please let me know to give you credit.
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