Neon Pulse

Lightning hums in circuits bright,
sparks ignite the velvet night.
Wires whisper, currents flow,
a symphony of neon glow.

Basslines throb, the speakers cry,
beats collide where dreamers fly.
Electric hearts, alive, untamed,
dancing flames that can’t be tamed.

Voltage sings in starlit air,
energy beyond compare.
Plugged into the endless stream,
charged with fire, lost in dream.

Electric - Я-ĐÆY͓̽2119

R-Ḏæy:“Everything can be created on the Right Day; But it is up to the human to mantain it“

Electric - Я-ĐÆY͓̽2119

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