To the hill, I mounted barefoot to see sun rising from ashes,
Heart thumping, blooms a sweet desire in my heart to touch, kiss the sky,
A river, meandering through deep valley makes me feel alight
source- capetown travel
Poetic form: Sijo
gleaming bright colors
hued with the paints of sparkle
fireworks in the sky
~
fun festival times
a play of fire all around
the burning night skies
~
radiant ablaze
reflecting back the beauty
still river waters
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the dusk approaches
warding off evil spirits
with glazing fireworks
~
across river bank
looking for the hanabi
come hoards of tourists
~
a boom and a bang
piercing silence of the dark
the lights of glory
*Written in response of Carpe Diem # 229.
HA's Place 