Froth short poem

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Under the warmth of summery stars
And old, bored ceiling fan
That help the heat descend
From our cemented roof
Onto our old wooden bed,
Let us put our past and our clothes
Behind the night.
Let us play the great black disc
Of a night out;
Through the gaping, wide, shining flower –
Let the sticky, fertile music flow…

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Nadeem Qazilbash

‘Night out’ of reverie, the creation of the froth of oceans of minds and souls.