The Silent Night
The night is dark the stars are much, the beds are done
People around gathered around wandering why the night is quiet
The fear in heart, the tear in face and all are quiet
The silent night has pain and sorrow
No laugh, no giggle, no song, no whistle
All you hear is the sound of wind
Stranger came and asks why all is quiet, he went again and no one replied
Finally at the mid ...
Thursday 2nd October 2014 10:35 am
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