The Prison Lights
The prison light are
never turned off.
The darkness would
give the
prisoners' imagination to
run and dance in the
fields full of flowers;
to joyfully stroll in the
streets of their
distant hometown.
The lights are
just dimmed.
The prison bars are
ever visible.
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