AI art by self
Such stillness was the night,
Illuminating light from our glorious moon.
Listen to the soft ballads of bugs and frogs,
Entertaining all that drift to their songs
No crashing of trains, or hum of electricity
Can you hear it? The constant, unchanging
Encore of what we call the night?
About the Creator
Jennisea Standing Rock
I started writing because it was a good outlet for a lot of reasons. But I love writing. I love having others read my work. I love hearing feedback. Someday, I want to turn my work into a book.
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