Loose tethered maple leaves released by gentle wind.
Straw hats slink into alleyways under dipper bright skies.

Shades of red, gold and green scatter in a firework night.
In light and folds, a paper buddha exists in flux.


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Words and stuff.


About skyraftwanderer

A person who enjoys writing short story things, poetry and other random things that come into my head.
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3 Responses to Fireworks

  1. simonhlilly says:

    Delight and stuff.

  2. joanna says:

    captivating. especially like the concept of “existing in flux…”

  3. I enjoyed this so much–and how fun, to toss in the paper Buddha at the end. Nicely done.

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