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As the night of scares passes,
there is one more thing to look forward to before the gift giving,
some may dread this night,
while some may look forward to it
As an autumn wind flows though the air,
biting anything it passes,
as the sky clears and darkens,
revealing beautiful sparkles of light,
a perfect white sphere accompanying them
A night celebrating the failure of a malicious act,
many gather in a field or park,
some with friends, others with family,
while some may be on their own.
Regardless, they all await the same thing
As a countdown starts,
chatter ceases,
silence filling the air,
only broken by the countdown.
Then, when it is finished,
the silence resumes,
but only for a moment.
It's show time.
Small rockets are used,
filled with gunpowder and colouring,
they shoot into the night sky,
before bursting into a range of colours with a loud bang.
Each firework is unique,
unique in it's colours, it's sound,
ranging from red to blue,to orange to pink,green to purple,
as everyone gazes on,
in awe at the show in front of them
Some of these fireworks pierce through the night air with a bang,
others cut through with a fizzle or a whistle,
regardless of their sound,
they are loved by many
the fireworks start small,
eventually getting bigger,
as they start as one or two,
but eventually the fireworks increase to three, four or five,
sometimes more as the finale is reached.
Then...It is over.
A small silence ensues,
before clapping fills the gap from the observers,
many having photos, videos,
or simply memories from the event,
but, that is the end,
the night of fireworks is over,
and people return to their daily lives,
preparing for the next holiday,
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Like Petals Under a Tree
Poetry"My thoughts fall and gather on a page, like that of petals under a tree." A collection of poems, of varying lengths and genres. Each poem has it's own theme, and the words string together to convey that theme and the meaning blooms. Cover designed...
