AKaiser
Light
as a feather, but this light poem
will not be of weight, lightly as it goes,
it will be of luminosity light
in a city that never puts out its lights
white night light
starless skies lighting your path
along light green canals protected by creatures
lit by side-saddled light
orange, rose and honey-lighted
buildings built by a Czar with a light
style lit by the Renaissance
lighted as an eternal flame
by light –hearted Italians
lightly traipsing up north
to light his city with their magic
gold, oyster shell and mirror light.
(Lucretia was never this light!)
Enough to light a white page
lifted light by Baltic breeze
lit this lighted night at 3. (A good night.)
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