Lights, ours are low,
a shimmer on roads
soaked in rain.
Stillness is steady,
twilight recognizes
a quiet breeze.
A horn honks in distance
disturbing his natural sigh.
Here I will focus the writing on poetry and commentary.
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Lights, ours are low,
a shimmer on roads
soaked in rain.
Stillness is steady,
twilight recognizes
a quiet breeze.
A horn honks in distance
disturbing his natural sigh.
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