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Light

  • sanchopanzalit
  • Sep 13, 2020
  • 1 min read

Akaiser


as a feather, but this light poem

will not be of weight, lightly as it goes,

it will be of luminosity light

in a city that never puts out its lights

white night light

starless skies lighting your path

along light green canals protected by creatures

lit by side-saddled light

orange, rose and honey-lighted

buildings built by a Czar with a light

style lit by the Renaissance

lighted as an eternal flame

by light –hearted Italians

lightly traipsing up north

to light his city with their magic

gold, oyster shell and mirror light.

(Lucretia was never this light!)

Enough to light a white page

lifted light by Baltic breeze

lit this lighted night at 3. (A good night.)

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