8/31/2025 for OXYMORON Poetry Contest sponsored by Nette Onclaud
Striding through the carnival crowd, a man alone, not seen or heard, watching folks, boisterous and loud, I'm happy not saying a word. Life is a carnival, they say. In the bustling throng, on my own, strangely, I'm more than just okay - I feel comfortable, alone.
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