Leaning
With our backs turned
To one another
Color blind
Black and white street light beams
Sudden dreams
Seeming and underlying
Defying
Pulling me as far up
As my eyes can reach
And I love the light
Sparks
That touch the sky
Even as the day breaks
And I am one in the same
Though I refrain from the distance
That pulls us apart
My work...does have personal meaning, however in poetry it's about how it makes you feel or how it speaks to you...
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