Evening On the Pier-Win
Fireworks at the old pier
on the fourth of July
spell it with red wheels high
Rundle and rung.
They sparkle in the air
touch the water and quit
rockets make flight and split
in gold and blue
I sit lone with the past
alone with her spirit
by the sea, the waves bit
On the old pier
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July 11, 2014
Form: Abhanga (Marathi -6, 6, 6, 4, with lines 2 and 3 rhyming)
Dr. Ram Mehta
Third Place winner
Contest; On the Pier by nette onclaud
Copyright © Dr.Ram Mehta | Year Posted 2014
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