Lights at night

Walking down this curving path
I hear many things:

The small scurrying of animals
The whistling of birds
The stream continuously gurgling

Behind the tree-line to the east
I can see:

Golden lamps glowing through
Shutters of second story windows
That speak of peace and rest

Poem by Antonia Simonik

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