Burst of colors spark through the sky,
Their sparks reflect on the sea waves.
The beat of the drums go loud and high
As people dance happily, much to their crave.
The waves crash the shore, wanting to join the celebration;
The lights in the lampposts flicker so brightly.
I'm continuously being astounded by His creations
As the gentle breeze caresses my skin lightly.
As the clock ticks to twelve,
The music got louder, accompanied by the merry shouts of people.
Kindness is shared among themselves,
The joy in their hearts, to me, has sent ripples.
x,
Harmony
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9:23 am
---photo is mine
YOU ARE READING
Keepsakes
Poetry"How can I loosen these tangled thoughts? How do I get rid of this wary feeling? Should they be freed or should they be wrought?"
