A few words in this quiet night
Aint it funny.. how there is so much to say
When nobody’s listening
So much to feel, when no one’s around.
If only an ounce of the wisdom that arises
In the quiet, lonesome evenings
Could be wakeful for the clarity of a sunrise
Or a midday tea, or an afternoon snack.
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