night (Remove filter)
the sounds of the night
I hear the sound of thunder
yet it is not raining
I hear the sound of shouting
yet it is not for joy
I hear the sound of bells ringing
yet it is not from the church
I hear the sound of desperate prayers
yet it is not Sunday
I hear the sound of rushing footsteps
yet they are not here to save me
they are here to take me.
Saturday 9th January 2016 4:57 pm
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