Late at night.

 
Slowly fill the room
Those gently pouring sounds
That seed little joys.
My silence grows
In white sheets,
A self restraint
Internal silence
Like a not so ripe fruit.
Be it a futile dream
I do dream of love
As a part time job,
Maybe, escaping
A dialectical overdose.
But I know of the day,
So I wait.
My sense of duty
Twirling in a sufi dance.
The unrest [...]

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