In the bustling market's throng, he reigns,
Words dancing like birds in springtime rains.
His tongue, a river flowing free,
Weaving tales from land and sea.
Every corner, every street,
His stories and laughter sweet.
No silence in his lively stride,
With anecdotes that cannot hide.
Yet in his chatter's ceaseless flight,
A glimpse of the loneliness at night.
For in the midst of endless talk,
Lies a soul longing to unlock.
Yearning for a quiet ear,
To listen, cherish, and hold dear.
Behind the chatter's vibrant spree,
A heart that seeks the true company.
An endless tale spun with vibrant lines.
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A Dart at Dusk
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By Angie the Archivist 📚🪶4 days ago in Petlife
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