revisit: alone on a friday night

anyone else relate to this one? something so beautiful about being silent….

alone on a friday night

only I
notice wind along the pink
sunset lining the clouds
only I
am audience to silver fish
dancing to the feel of dusk
only I
watch people’s legs walking
talking, so full of plans
only I
realize that silence is
beautiful in its impossiblity.
Only I.

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