The sun roars during the daytime.
It may be hard to hear softer noises, gentler voices.
At night, listen close.
You can hear the voice of things you didn't hear before:
The voice of a junkshop mannequin.
A pep rally of autumn leaves.
Puddles giggling (hoping you'll step in them).
Footsteps of a friend you'll never know walking away.
The grumbling of tired bricks.
The soft cry of a cat looking for a friend.
The foghorn moan of sad streetlights.
Listen close.
You'll hear your own heart beating too.
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