Saturday Night
A short poem about a moment
The smell of food and drink,
wafts through the streets.
The energy is infectious,
making everyone feel alive and beat.
The streets are alive with sound.
Music and laughter fill the air.
People are out and about,
dressed in their finest wear.
Couples holding hands.
Friends strolling arm in arm.
The city is aglow,
with the energy of the crowd.
The stars are shining bright.
The moon is full and round.
The air is crisp and cool.
The perfect Saturday night.
The night is still young,
and the possibilities are endless.
It’s a time to let loose,
and make memories that will last and endless.
Saturday night.
A time to live.
A time to love.
A time to be.
A time to let yourself go,
and experience all that life has to offer, truly.
Another poem idea came when I had coffee in the evening. Bored in the boarding house and decided to hang out casually, alone. Watching and thinking about what everyone was doing, and here comes the poem.
Hope you like to read what I had in my mind.
Enjoy your Saturday night!
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