Three lines of poetry and photography: street lamps

After meeting you, every day is a song.

Sometimes it is a little love song, sometimes it is a sad love song.

Singing other people's songs and feeling our stories.

Is there anyone wandering in this world of mortals like me?

The future I look forward to is far away, but firm.

There is always a place where the eyes are full of warmth.

You are comfortable, so you like sky blue.

Ask me if I like it.

I don't like it because I don't want to see you cry.

You make fun of other lights that are different from you.

Even I was not spared.

But you forget that not all lights look the same.

Standing guard is the mission of street lamps.

Wandering is the pursuit of white clouds.

Who ever thought? Street lamps don't want to be fixed, and white clouds don't want to float.

Wherever I am, I can't help loving you.

When I set foot on the earth, I always look up at the clouds.

Let the quiet blue and pure white fill this dead soul.

Some days, such as flowing water, pass by in a hurry.

No matter how hard the lamp tries, it can't keep the day.

Might as well get some sleep and welcome the new day.

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