Lights flashing, colors flowing through their silent beams,
throwing them around a strobe light doing a great job of it.
Songs abundantly and incessantly combing through this poetical
mind, decorating it with rhythmic prose.
Lines of it flowing so easily and generously throughout the
night, listening calmly to every moment.
Creating words, definitions and meanings for it, bringing joy
with every line written.
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