Dancing Under The Fireworks

Outside, where the people are gathered,
on the streets, a drizzle from the skies,
no moon, no stars, but from ground up there
are fireworks of men and women, children are
dancing with their hands and feet from side
to side.

The year is new, louder cheers are greater
than grief and blue. The eyes of every passers-by
long to see the light of the dawn, the light of the
day is coming with a bang!

They continue to dance, they continue to
sway, they continue to celebrate the brand
new day!

And dancing under the fireworks,
dancing under the fireworks until the
hours are never spoiled with hate.
They will never love what is evil.

And dancing under the fireworks,
dancing under the fireworks since this
is the beginning of another time to
forget the pain that has brought by
the past.

 

2019

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About chester maynes

poet, and a lover of music and books.
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