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the kintsugi night
Have you seen how nights are?
Sometimes glowy but sometimes dull and dark
Doesn’t always show us the stars
Because she preferred self sabotage
Scars of being replaced by the morning
Scars of not shining as bright as she could
Scars of not being appreciated for trying
Scars that couldn’t be comforted by the moon
For he had his own phase
And I, dreamt of a place
Where mornings didn’t exist
But here trees couldn’t spread their radiance
Butterflies didn’t show their grace
And colours couldn’t reflect light
How sad would be the man
Who hoped for the sun to rise
Night learnt how she isn’t meant to be perfect
For the man now wanted twilight’s disguise
Have you seen how nights are?
Doesn’t always show us the stars
For she was healing her scars
And this time it looked like a kintsugi art
Copyright ©
Avika Singh
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