Obnoxious clamours voice aloud from an unsynchronised orchestra. The night slow creeps upon those who do not see it coming so quickly, ready to spoil their plans
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The sun hides away from our faces as the raindrops fall between our eyes. Sudden whispers echo through these dark enclosed spaces as we brace ourselves from the fight that’ll soon swallow us whole. With every petal that makes it’s way gently to the ground, a new chapter opens and a legacy is written and kept away from ever seeing disgrace. This is the reality of a night filled with whispers, a soul that has not experienced the joy of a blissful melody.
© Roderick Lukenge
Connected Through Writing 