Standing among the crowd of unknown faces,

Silence defines the ironic loneliness in the noise.

Eyes tired of searching for a familiar face in the vast sea,

Thoughts tired of wandering unknown paths.

Fainting footsteps silence any help in  my path

Raindrops hide the teardrops on my face, carrying  it to ground

Moist breeze blows on me and waves wash my feet

And I breathe, realizing it was dusk.

With the hope of a new dawn, I let go

It was not the end, but this was how life was meant to be

My thoughts rest and I find peace


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