Art, Drawing/Sketch, Life, meloncholia, Mixed media, Personal, poetry, reflective

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The light of day has dawned at last.

I saw the midnight sky and it told me,

stay a while and love my coldness.

Then I saw that fork upon the road of night.

I dont have time to traverse its way,

a path I took long time ago,

when all the nights of no slumber,

nights of weariness of this soul,

who needed none but an image

on a vcr that flutters,

and its remote always losing,

only the wind beneath the cover

does give a sensation of gratifying images

of women in my dreams.

Then of that entertainment where all controllers

are dead on arrival of its battery at the precise time of 2,

Aaahh,

contemplate me now a memory of then.

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