They have plenty of light
in the early mornings.
There's the lamp
giving its golden gift
as they lace their shoes,
and there's the flashlight
that goes with them
like a willing worker.
There are stars in the sky
standing guard,
and there are thoughts
thronging around them
like sweet-tempered flames
as they walk with each other
under the soft shine
of the streets' own lights.
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