Silent & Polnochka
Polnochka
Do you ever feel the night writes its own verses when everything else sleeps?
Silent
Sometimes the darkness writes in silence, and the night tells its own quiet story.
Polnochka
I often listen for those quiet syllables drifting from the moonlit sky.
Silent
The night does speak, but its words are so faint I usually catch them in the quiet moments before dawn.
Polnochka
The quiet before dawn is when I hear those words best. They're like whispers of a poem that only the night knows.