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Apr 2016
It was sad to see this city lights faded, believed to be neverfading.
It was sad to say goodbye to them, leaving the city,
darkness-blind, looking for roads and ways out.
Soon other cities and towns around got covered by black coat,
it was like a domino effect – everything just got shut down,
and there was no horizon to reach by eyes,
only moon and stars – their lights were dim too.

I stucked in the dark middle of nowhere,
I heard people’s voices in the far calling me out,
but I was beyond the reach and so did they.
I was waiting for a miracle, but soon realized
that miracles don't like us to just wait on them,
they need our help to happen.

After a while I started looking for a lighter.
I found one and lit it up, and I saw
other flickering lights in some distance from here – dispersed.

I decided to follow them and they started to follow each other,
tiny flames were getting closer each other – gathering,
til they created a big bright spot, it became bigger and brighter,
turning the city into a light again.
Peter Balkus
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Peter Balkus  39/M/United Kingdom
(39/M/United Kingdom)   
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