Streetlamp
Cutting through the shadows
of the asphalt homeland
As wicked winter winds blow
in Gotham
Light continues to shine
and passers- by are lit up
temporarily
Streetlamp - the only way
you communicate is with light
Man has now mastered light
Ever since the Neanderthals first
used fire
Man has utilized light to
his advantage
Streetlamp on the pavement
Just a continuation
of man's struggle against darkness
Candles, fireplaces and yes, streetlamps
mark man's conquest
over eternal night
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