by : Bacardi Gold
06/july/2021
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the night is black
like combustible coals
predominantly carbon
almost dry
still moisture is inherent
in its deep footing
silence sleeps inmost
squid ink’s pitch-black cosmos
almost groping
still the mind’s vision is awake
it sees rainbows
stars and moon are in smiles
while the heart’s beats triple
almost bursting
still holding on the sap of love
swap of voices moan
exchanging oral broths
hands pressed on the pillows
ready to spurt the first salvo
signs of a new life breathing…
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Triangle Writes... 