Seeing The Lights

Seeing the lights

Moving slowly, sometimes rapidly

It goes wherever their business takes them

Whenever the time, to whoever waiting

The lights are full of colors, you see.

Sometimes red, the other times yellow,

Some “unique” people even change their lights to purple.

For none other reason for other people to see, the lights that belong to the one and only.

Those lights bring you home

To the people you loved most,

To the people you’ve missed,

The lights bring you to the place

where your soul rest,

To the place where you feel at ease,

To the place

Where it feels

Like home

Ananda Khaira Azizah

Pekanbaru, 7 Mei 2023.

Hari Minggu, pukul 10 malam.

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