The hour is late-

Hardly anyone about,

The road shines silver,

Bathed in moonlight;

A still, solitary automobile

Is all that’s present,

To remind one

Of all the noise, the chaos,

That seemed incessant,

Just a short while afore.

(Image courtesy – Pixabay)


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