Some people are poor or even homeless
Rough traffic and wild riding cars
Every person is a gift, so every day falling stars
But at night
The world looks differently
Dark sky and bright light
It’s a great difference between day and night
It shows another kind of the world
Another kind of life
At night, the world becomes alive
But without bustle
Almost everywhere’s silence on the street
So peace and rest
That’s the only think we need
. . .
Difference between day and night
. . .
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| Auteur: Manjula | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: benji | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 10 januari 2007 | ||
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