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And once there were fireworks...

And once there were fireworks...
    Nights of sparklers and ghost tales,
          'Neath inkblot trees and gemstone skies.

Leaning on a post-rail fence,
    Dreaming - scent of haybales in summer
          and you, bluest eyes I ever knew.

And the revelry goes on, a distant glow
    that never quite reaches my solitude...
          Lost - in a symphony of night music, and you.

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  • msblast6
    September 12
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    Great job, the imagery is fantastic! Great read.


  • Kathraina silver member
    August 13

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    Oh wow, this is a marvelous write!
    I love the emotions here.
    Good imagery and flow throughout. Lovely job with this piece!
    Bravo



    ♥ Kate


  • Misfortune
    August 4

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    Wow. I loved it. Great imagery, good flow, nice word choice. I'd put "the" in front of haybales, though, and I'd write "Neath" as " 'Neath" (I put a space there so you can see the punctuation.) or "Beneath," but that's just me.

    Overall, great poem. =3