Nighttime Wind

A shadow slinks through the night,
Slipping in between the buildings,
Tapping on the windows
And dashing away, laughing

It dances through the nighttime town
And scurries through the trees
Skipping down the roads
And rustling all the leaves

It dashes through the night-time sky
And yet nobody sees
A troublesome mischief maker
That is the little breeze.

Will There Be a Light?

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