He didn’t want to see the vision,
The town ablaze with light.
That glow — mysterious, magical —
He hated it from spite.
He turned away and walked toward home;
A quiet peace for him,
A gentle warmth, a tender glow —
A place of hush and dream.
And let the streams run freely there,
Let her wander among them fair.
Forget the things that never care —
You're not some flawless shining gem.
2022
In the night lights
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