Lights upon a fading sky.
Whipping the night to encircle the dead
Blocks are talking to your I.
Curve them a wave and encircle them red
Joys comes dancing you goodbye
A smile so wide it will encircle your head

Poetry Time 117: Transmissions
Andreas_Helixfinger at 12:00AM, April 13, 2025
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