Almost Twelve Noon

it is the silence
that i shall wait
when the clock strikes
twelve noon

when everyone goes out
of the door
and when i am left alone
talking
with my thoughts

it is perfect for me
when i begin to look
around
and find out that this world
is too small
for departures

poem by Ric S. BastasaReport problemRelated quotes
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