• ___alxita 5w

    -- Nocturne --

    The night comes, now I seclude within the home
    Granting no privileges for it narrates its epitome
    Decrying our presence as it resonates darkness
    Depriving of vision, we flee to our own brightness

    For the night will not contemplate upon our weeps
    For its dominion ceases respect as it creeps
    We sing our own rigged tale of entrapment
    As we continue through the night, with or without predicaments

    We chant as we're cocooned in our own bubble
    An opaque bubble, which we're oblivious like rubble
    Since rubble is not a normal jigsaw puzzle to solve
    We go on with our music, as our bodies devolve



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    Poem no. 104
    May 31, 2020, 10:29 AM (GMT+8)

    Notes:
    1. This is related to the current COVID-19 Pandemic.
    2. Tomorrow will not be a poem this time. ��
    3. Tomorrow as well will be June! A whole month of posts await! ��

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    Nocturne

    We sing our own rigged tale of entrapment, as we continue through the night, with or without predicaments
    ©___alxita