Night is the mystical hero of our existence,
the elemental alchemist, who sifts pur delirious living.
Night is the carrier of life and death,
that seeks atonement and ablutions.
In the balcony hours,night erects structures for all carnivals of sin.
In the dead of the might without witnesses,without evidence, they tried to sentence to premature death,a blossoming flower; trying to add another garland of blood to its record.
It is time to turn my back to the elegy ringers and to the pall bearers; and to take a break from the tragic hours of many nights.
I have learnt the hard trot of life; now I know the colour of pain, and fully understand the language of sorrow.
The night was around the corner and my thoughts heightened;
The morning has come around, but my mouth still tastes ash.
My mouth still tastes ash, like after ash Wednesday, and my arrows of pain still pierce my heart,even this blissful morning.
#sulibreaks.
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