Ragtag Daily Prompt Thursday: Street Lamp
Beneath the quiet street lamp’s glow,
Soft whispers from the shadows flow.
The night breathes slow, the stars all hide,
As dreams drift down the empty side.
A puddle mirrors amber light,
A trembling moon within the night.
Each footstep hums, a fleeting rhyme,
Lost to the hush of passing time.
The street lamp, old, its halo thin,
Guards all the ghosts that roam within.
And though the dark may ebb and creep,
Its glow still hums the world to sleep.
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