1:11 am, Friday, 26th January
The night is a mesmerising scene of bliss. In the distance, acacia trees rustle as they collide amidst their interaction with the wind. The sky is darkened to a shade of charcoal, wherein the clouds are nothing but wispy messes unidentifiable by human vision. There are subtle drops of sparkly hue netted out across the surface of the sky, like droplets of rain against blackened velvet. All is eclipsed by the moon which radiates light in its crescent form. Soft light pulsates around me as calmness tugs through my veins.
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dysphoria
Poetrysilent pleas from a heart that's been tainted blue, a mind that ripples in constant turmoil and a mouth that remains shut //
