7 may 2021
Many Blues
Night begins
the self-discovery
with green and cream pills.
A binary existence
you would love to
break the myth.
The wind in the sails,
you are going―
nowhere in darkness.
All colors of―
midnight moon,
were for you.
Time will meet―
you in different masks,
to find the truth.
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