Neon flashing lights shimmer
Across a rain soaked street
In the dark the moon shines
And the black sky is breeched
The lights of the tall city buildings
Create a collage of different colours
The steam raises up through grates
In the main streets and the shiadows
The gaudy neon pinks and blues
Are vivid in a city where darkness still creeps
The bulbs of the neon often flicker and create a fractured sight
And it’s not hard to feel lonely and vunerable
It’s hard to be in such a tropical heat
Its hard to find love in this kind of place
Where only ghosts walk the streets.
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