In response to Optional prompt : write about the time of day you like best, and why.
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When The World Lovers Its Voice
Life is not for us to control.
We don’t choose
whether there will be quiet—
or company.
It isn’t easy being a man.
A caring husband.
A loving father.
A productive worker.
Sometimes,
a traveler to faraway lands.
In my homeland,
I chase the light.
I cherish each moment
that makes up the day.
When I am alone,
the night belongs to me.
Because the day—
has been sold
for a few dollars more.
At night,
thoughts arrive
without urgency.
Silence sits beside me.
It does not judge me
when—
I am the writer.
The poet.
The artist.
The philosopher too.
The world lowers its voice.
So do I.
And nothing asks me
who I am,
or what
I should become.
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