Fireworks
The popping sounds begin.....,
everyone exhales...waiting...waiting.......,
It was only a tease of the regalia that would
ultimately begin,
Yet, the spectators keep waiting....waiting......
No one's sure if it's from the North, South, East or West,
Then, three booming explosions are heard,
as dusk draws near, the sky is illuminated with shades
of red, blue and possibly grey smoke,
The foreworks cascade like an exotic flower,
It is finally official!
Independence night is in full swing.
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