Green Light
Gazing was all I could do
At that green light
Just out of reach.
Beauty to behold
With the naked eye,
But torrid pain
To touch with intent.
And why not?
I ask.
Why should one as I
Be so tempted to grasp
My little green light?
Perhaps it is because I
Do not care
If my fingers are singed.
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