The old black lamp-posts’
lights were nothing
more special, lights sleeping
among the crowd of city bright.
But today, for the first time
shining around their body, winter festivals’ merry colour,
entwined uniquely – their lights.
Outshining the beauty
And I wondered whether the lights
were always wrapped around them;
quiet and unnoticed.
Every light having its own brightness,
Warmed to our eyes in the coldest seasonal time.
They say that beauty
Lies in the eyes of the beholder.
I started writing this poem on the way home when I noticed the lampposts were now decorated with Christmas lights, and I realised how you don’t really notice them otherwise (especially in a city like London).
It’s similar to how sometimes it takes a certain situation to see someone’s unique charm that has always been with them, unnoticed.
Check out a similar poem I posted previously, about not worrying about feeling talentless: Talentless? Talent-more…
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