Here's my poem for today:
I could not wring the coldness,
Under the unlighted lamppost,
No humans' breath but mine.
The streetlights are luminous,
Ablaze with prolific light,
The infinite radiance,
While I am standing still, watching,
The darkness, roaming,
Pervading the lamppost of mine.
The movement is not chained,
The freedom is in my hand,
To taste the bountiful
Heated light of others.
But yet,
I am standing still,
Under the unlighted lamppost,
Sealing my eyes,
With hope.
-Nuruljannah-
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