Fountains swooosh into the sky;
like silver dusted volcanoes;
Catherine Wheels flit and fly,
hisssssing around my tiny toes...
Rockets bursting, always roaring,
shooting stars into the night;
Lamplit lanterns gliding, soaring,
floating skywards, taking flight.
Firecrackers blasting, banging,
eyes wide open, ears both shut;
Bells begin their raucous clanging,
Neighbours serve dried cashew nuts.
Flickering flames bow, genuflect,
And all my tears within reflect.
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