Surrounded by all the different faces

But none matched her company.

She got engulfed in her own vortex,

Swirling in her own thoughts.


The cheers, the laughter, the giggles.

The strains in peoples’ voices

as they fumed ’bout their tragedies.

The innocent chuckles, as he whispered excitement

into her ears.


She observed all those danced.

The passion, the purity, the lackadaisical moves

after a few drinks had been down’d.

The precious smiles that were exchanged

as they swayed together along with the rhythm.


As she watched from up against the corner

She envisaged all their stories;

As the moonlight fell o’er her, she was the only one

among many in the marquee.


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