When Pretty Lights Dazzle
Driving home is a relaxing ride
when pretty lights dazzle on those New York's deserted streets
and more than the bright moon illuminating sidewalks with trees,
they can easily enchant anyone!
Who has noticed, at dusk, how stillness
invades a city that earlier was too noisy?
Somehow, we must have awareness
of what is going on around us; isn't it dilly
to let a peaceful feeling take you on the quite road?
Drive and enjoy the awesome view, release the load!
When pretty lights dazzle on New York's avenues and boulevards,
admire the beautiful images that shadows can't obliterate,
watch them closer: see a purple sky vanishing behind clouds;
sit on a bench, be that poet who writes words that fascinate!
Entered in nette oncloud's contest,
" Street Lights "
Written by Andrew Crisci on 10/7/2014
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