Lights Poem

Some lights are more fun than others.
Halo, orb, rainbow.
A pleasure to see at a light show.
Expected and meant to impress.
Much preferred to what one sees before blacking out.
An unexpected last jolt of visual feedback that only one person can see.
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Sunlight is wonderful on a mild day.
A warm glow that gently warms from the outside in.
Easily enjoyed like that breeze in your hair.
A shared experience that improves living even if just a little bit.
Much preferred to the sun on a hot day.
Beating down until your skin cracks like long dried mud.
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What lights do you keep in your life?
The ones that delight or the ones that isolate.
The kind that bring life or harm.
There is definitely a kind that I want.
And tend to on the regular.
I just have to remember to turn all the rest off.