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The Streetlight

Day 32 .

The Streetlight is a poem about last thoughts. An unimaginable accident plunged her into the most inexplicable consciousness. The streetlight provided a sense of security as it guided her to the final station.


๐ŸŒ™๐ŸŒŒ๐ŸŒŸ

The Streetlight

The pale indigo sky and dark trees,
She can see them turning into the deep sea.

As the night gradually deepens,
A blue, - ghost-like streetlight glows.

Let me guide you on your journey and,
In exchange for your warm blood.

Her eyes are barely open slightly,
On the pavement, - her body lies quietly.

A congested street but she does't hear anything else,
For her, - It is tranquil and makes sense.

Carefully but unconsciously,
This was chosen as her final destination.

- Michie Lyne

่ก—็ฏ

ๆทกใ„่—่‰ฒใฎ็ฉบใจๆš—ใ„ๆœจใ€…
ๅฝผๅฅณใฏใใ‚Œใ‚‰ใŒๆทฑๆตทใซๅค‰ใ‚ใฃใฆใ„ใใฎใ‚’่ฆ‹ใ‚‹

ๅพใ€…ใซๅคœใŒๆทฑใพใ‚‹ใซใคใ‚Œ
ๅนฝ้œŠใฎใ‚ˆใ†ใช้’ใ„่ก—็ฏใŒๅ…‰ใ‚‹

ใ‚ใชใŸใฎๆ—…ใ‚’ๆกˆๅ†…ใ•ใ›ใฆไธ‹ใ•ใ„
ใ‚ใชใŸใฎๆธฉใ‹ใ„่ก€ใจๅผ•ใๆ›ใˆใซ

ๅฝผๅฅณใฎ็›ฎใฏใ‹ใ‚ใ†ใ˜ใฆ ใ‚ใšใ‹ใซ้–‹ใ
ๅฝผๅฅณใฎไฝ“ใฏๆญฉ้“ใซ้™ใ‹ใซๆจชใŸใ‚ใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹

ๆทท้›‘ใ—ใŸ้€šใ‚Šใ ใ‘ใฉไป–ใซใฏไฝ•ใ‚‚่žใ“ใˆใชใ„
ๅฝผๅฅณใซใจใฃใฆ ใใ‚Œใฏ็ฉใ‚„ใ‹ใง็†ใซใ‹ใชใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹

ๆณจๆ„ๆทฑใ ใงใ‚‚็„กๆ„่ญ˜ใฎใ†ใกใซ
ใ“ใ“ใฏๅฝผๅฅณใฎๆœ€็ต‚็›ฎ็š„ๅœฐใจใ—ใฆ้ธใฐใ‚ŒใŸ

ใƒŸใƒใƒผใƒฉใ‚คใƒณ

Street Light, photo, Michie Lyne, 2024.

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