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Reading this wonderful poem about the silent streets of your city, I came up with this:
When the streets rest in a silent night.
They listen to the lights tell the stories they heard from passersby.
Stories full of happiness and some of sadness.
But that the streets enjoy as they watch the starry sky.
I'm not good at writing poems or verses but I hope you liked it.
A hug 😎
RE: When the streets sleep.