Francis Huynh


The Night

I stand out in the cold
The night and I
both too lonely for whispers.
Only the wind
shatters the silence.
I have been here before
choking in solitude,
but this time
when all the earth
is as hollow as a bell,
I hold one end,
ring it,
and you come
a pale skinned surprise,
a friend...

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