Along the side, lights.
Minding their own business, with a destination.
Going back, going out. Who knows?
Preference, silence.
Looking through the piece of barrier.
It matters at first, the speed.
Then slowly, who cares? It's safe.
It was neither too long, nor too short.
The ideal time.
It goes blank, at least for a moment. Feels good.
Lights, lights, the reason of liking them?
Rides, rides, with lights along.
It's not always, neither often.
Once occasionally. I like :)
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| I don't know why. I love. |
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