by : Bacardi Gold
02/March/2021
nights are always there
awaiting its moment
to fly its wings and
deliver fortuitous possibilities
and encounter
accidental chances, luck or fortunes
their eyes are open
to witness the deliverance
of dead aspirations,
breathless ambitions
lifeless desires, unpursued passions
nights listen to the minutest
sounds the days’ ears couldn’t hear
and disown …
a resting moment
waiting for my sun
to show up
and clear my own path to tread
my life’s dawn will be over
struggles should be fought and won
twilights await, gears are worn for the next battle I call Nights…
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Triangle Writes... 