To the hill

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

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Hanabi (Fireworks) Haiku

gleaming bright colors

hued with the paints of sparkle

fireworks in the sky

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fun festival times

a play of fire all around

the burning night skies

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radiant ablaze

reflecting back the beauty

still river waters

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the dusk approaches

warding off evil spirits

with glazing fireworks

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across river bank

looking for the hanabi

come hoards of tourists

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a boom and a bang

piercing silence of the dark

the lights of glory

*Written in response of Carpe Diem # 229.