Tonight the sky was bombarded with fireworks,
Rainbows and fires scattered everywhere
They’re catapulted high.
As I count every second until they burst into pieces
At any moment they can explode, expanding,
With a sizzle and crackle awaiting detonation.
BANG!
A coloration of hues painted across the twilight sky,
They rise like fiery flowers that burst in the night then fall in burning showers
With nothing to do but fall and drop
Like shooting stars
These radiant lights spark in shapes of flowers and spears and showering tears
Lighting up the night like a bonfire on a cold summers night
P.s I wrote this earlier this year on NYE
P.s this is my photography..
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qasida|poetry
Поэзияqaṣīdah| First recorded in 1810-20, qasida is an Arabic poem, usually in monorhyme, that may be satirical, elegiac, threatening, or laudatory. These are my poems written from my heart and how I see and feel about things in my life.
