Neon figures guide us through those
Unforseen gates
And invisible destination
Paraded by yelps of pride
And clattering steps.
The happiness released
At the hiss of an aluminium friend
Or a glass acquaintance
Can be heard for miles,
Felt in the contentment of night.
Flickering radiance
Enhances the immanent mood
The thud of the darkness
Caught our hearts
More or less synchronized.
Indie fires born of laughter
Slowly turned to ash
At the crisp of one
But let not stop our heart
But brandished the awe.
As the night drew to a close
And we stumbled from the
Creation of formality
We kissed goodbye
Until then.
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