They give lights, 

they pierce the fuzzy nights, 

they stand on iron and make people see the uncertainty of roads.

Bicycles, the friction of balloons…the weight of lovers first kisses…

all going along their vertical hallucinations. 

They have seen how rain makes smudges on windshields, 

they have seen men and women Wondering around…for each other, for moments composed by Beethoven, 

and they have seen how these creatures leave their particles on every prohibited and genius alleyes of this city. 

They see trees getting shredded after being enlightened by the crazy lightnings…

They are the broken spectators of worlds most unforgiving sport. 

Today I will stand for them once, 

today I will give it a pat on it’s erected neck…

today I am going to give it a one more paused companion. 

My blue friends…it’s almost evening in this far away land of empty chirping, 

let yourself burn for fool’s memories once again, 

make your job done by letting us make fire with our body and suppressed words…

Your father will come with the first wind of dawn…

Untill then; shine.

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Photograph: Google.