Traffic Lights Poem by nimal dunuhinga
Traffic Lights
Who invented these beautiful colors?
Red, Amber and Green.
And I watch how they stop when Red appears?
When Amber winks they are very uneasy
And they fly in the Green light sign like a journey to heaven.
Night is still young and I count my weekend wage
Thinking of my loved ones.
They are very far away.
When the Green smiles with me to take my soul away from all these burdens?
How original. Even the traffic lights have become an inspiration for your gifted pen. May the green light smile for you very soon. Warmest regards, Sandra
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5/5/2024 10:42:29 AM # 1.0.0.1119
You use the emotional pull of colour, in your stop, caution, go metaphor, to share your continuing angst and sorrow at being separated from your loved ones. Imaginative and very sad, too. love, Allie xxxx