BALLOONS

One by one

They swell to birth distinctness

of the camouflaged colours

tied to secure

co-existing paradoxes

sewing reminiscences

for tomorrow’s soliloquy

Now they bob

 to placate the bitterness

of a shrunken acceptance

with time - the wheel spins

a starlit sky awaits

to connote a new moon for

a moonless night

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