Sylvester Night Poem by Anna Phoenix

driving through the pitchblack night
lanterns, cars and
sprinkling stars
shining in the streets we pass
always staying at our side

another year has find it's end
nothing to shout
or cry about
When we all sit and eat and wait
for the new year to spend

blue, yellow, red and green
bursting high
in the dark and endless sky
and reflecting in the childrens eyes,
which are shining all so keen

everyone is laughing, drinking
eyes are full with joyfiull tear
texting „have a very good new year"
„a better than the last",
I am thinking