the night descends again
drawing in lost luminous moments,
I stroll in the balcony of
a grit pricks the sole,
I whine, the numbness
stealthily crawls up, to the heart.
the wrecked scene disheartening
delightful laughs, gleeful faces
buried in the stillness of the present
the turmoil gushing
up and down the veins
fragments bleed song of yore.
how gorgeous they twinkle high up
I admire, but soon they’ll break off
travelling at light speed will fade
into nothingness fulfilling
the dreams of
countless anxious eyes,
shooting stars or wishful fireballs.
the lilting breeze feels soothing
excites the fruitless heart
the ache still lingers somewhere
but the rains have ceased,
arid, they stare at the ebullient night
languid soul waiting for the last call
Silence echoing inside the scrawny cage!
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