Praise it for, how considerate it is; When the darkness enwreathe And the blue loses its luminescence When even the crescent is obscured By the menaces so fumy, It burns itself, it blazes itself Ultimately, it sacrifices itself To pave the paths of bystanders, To illumine the way to their hovels. A daily challenge given by Poets 786 💚💚 ✍Collab with our background #yqpstreetlightbg ✍Maintain the hashtags. ✍Write and inspire others. ✔You can also share your prompts, pictures and sketches by using the "giveadvicepoet786"
