Friday, September 18, 2015

Glow

There is a warm glow around the city,
As lights shine through haze,
Occasionally one flickers off,
Occasionally a flip of a switch turns one on,
But it makes no difference,
To the warm golden city,
The shine doesn't brighten,
When a light flickers on,
The glow doesn't dim,
When a light is switched off.

Maya

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