When the skies are flooded with sparks
Fireflies with embers for wings, playing with the wind
Colours and sounds of better times
A little scary, a little childish, always profound

Within the boundaries of emotions
Up in the starry night goes the explosions
When the skies are inlighted with sparks
Musical fairy leaving misty marks

When hope and joy collide
They kindle the skies
With colourful sparks of inspired traditions
They are always the frame to a life’s transition…


2 Comments Add yours

  1. mbrazfieldm says:

    Amazing imagery Poeta!

    Liked by 1 person

    1. lynyo says:

      Thank you, colega poeta! You’ve made my day!


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