poetry

Ghost Series #1

I twirl the radiant colored scrunchies
Bracelets and Bangles
Feeling their links and their angles
Smiling beaming and unfurling the tangles

Until a wooden doll of Pinocchio
Catches my attention
As if to tease me was his intention
Ever since you left me in suspension

Songs of lad on train brings me back to the
To the present vibe
Of a sultry evening alone without my tribe
Universe at me laughs take a jibe

On my journey on my train back home
It’s a daily rhythm
In your memory, I will drown in rum
Come back already, I hum

 

 

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