The call of the night

 
The call of the night  
Its eyes watching blissfully  
With  
Dark and smoky vision there was a  
Speckle of light  
It was  
Biter  
But warm  
It was beautiful  
But ugly  
At the same time  
It adorned me  
Its color was entertaining  
And its friends were laughter  
And sorrow  
I couldnt stop being in love with its hue  
It was  
Humble  
Urgent  
Edible  
In fiction  
Audible  
In a sense of religion  
I could feel the spirit  
But I couldnt stop being in love with what I could not touch  
All I could do was hear the call of the night  
 
 
(A spoken word poem)
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