The Night
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Nethukee Jayasekera, Grade 6
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Poetry
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2019
The cold slaps my face
As I step into the night
The wind is having a race
As it howls in delight
The trees are chatting,
Some clouds overhead
The rain starts tapping
As drop hits my forehead
My eyes adjust to the darkness
I can see the bright moonlight
I am shocked by the brightness
I almost give me a fright
Some people may be asking,
What the night is for.
The night is for slumber,
It’s there to adore.