One Evening

Sat, 08/04/2018 - 19:34 -- ngopes

The sun had just turned

red on the horizon

The faint golden light outside of

my window sneaks in

through the gaps of

wooden blinds

making a  short  streaks of

 lines on the side wall.

It is dark inside,

except for the light from ,

my personal computer, making

it pretty challening to type the letters,

on my black keyboard.

As the silence creeps in neighborhood.

I hear a faint buzzing noise of an unknown,

bug right outside my window,

under the tree.

I am trying to figure out what it is,

 Perhaps, it is there  to share,

a lot over the moonless night.


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