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The Night Soiree



for those of us who love everything about night….
the grandeur of a black canvas sprinkled carelessly with dusts of diamonds…
thrown to the infinite imaginations of streams of human minds.
connecting dots….watching snakes and queens embrace the hunter…
and the inquisitiveness of insatiated human thirst
stand constant like a question mark ….
what it asks forever…

whilst there are many sleeping through the darkness
which is always meant to be//
but those of us who happen to love
the darkness, the silence, the insights and the cover…
called the recluses…

what are we awake for???
so that even if we cry, it does not have to be silent tears.
so that even if we dream, we dream with our eyes open.
so that we do not have to show disgust at the noise around…
at the treachery of human kind…

so that even if we love, we do not have to turn around to hide
from someone who cannot be ours..


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