Blue and red lights, at night,
line the street on either side,
flashing, framing the reflections of the people,
searching for a good time.
The wind passes high over their heads,
carrying bits of dust,
silently away.
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Blue and red lights, at night,
line the street on either side,
flashing, framing the reflections of the people,
searching for a good time.
The wind passes high over their heads,
carrying bits of dust,
silently away.
Hi Reimo,
I love reading your poetry and always look forward to receiving new ones.
Love you, Dad
Thanks Dad! Love you too!