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Riding a bicycle
                with a red light
on the spokes of the wheel,
                in a black uniform,
with a yellow rucksack,
                he vanished in the night,
leaving the dark platform

with the Latin-lettered names
                of the time-table.
The night was black
                &  he was
                in black.
I wonder, if he was really able
to survive in this world of the crying lack
of light & love? Was he kind or cruel?
Was he spiritually mature?
Who was this yellow-rucksack knight?

Was he a singer, or was he a writer?
Or was he just a bicycle rider,
having on the wheel
                the bright red light?

I wonder, whether he had the might
to do
          something for our Earth
(something of eternal worth)? 
To be the Sunshine in the Night? 

Yet his wheel light
                reminded me of flame;

I don’t know why, but I am sure
that even if he still
                was not quite mature,
even if  the list of his deeds
                was still poor,
all the same –
there was much truth
                in the suffix of doer
in his handsome
                European
                name.