Lights
Unlike when felt shapeless in the dark of deserts
Dogs and bikes, and the kids, wear lights of florescent
Then fear was hidden
On the sides and corners
Now dread is on road
Obvious of mankind!
Then prays, hopes, friends
Helped and calmed to an end
Now first two are gone, dead
And a foe is the third!
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