Wide Awake

Flashing.
Blinking.
Bright.
But only for a second.
In a moment its gone.
But its piercing light still persistently flashes behind my closed eyelids.
Forever.
Embedded in my mind, that picturesque scene of a city.
Always breathing , always living,
Never sleeping.

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