lights at 4 am
 
the lights at 4 am
are emerging and quiet,
slightly glowing up the place.
almost pretty
in its softness;
the subtle pink in the hints of
golden breaking through the
openings
and the cold parts,
and coaxing out
a little
4 am smile.

By heyachristina

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