When the last fireworks finished, and the little puffs of smoke grayed then disappeared, giving the sky its infinity back,we could still feel our cells buzzing -Unreal!
Good poem, KT. I especially like the opening.
Thank you, Mary Ann
Miss you, friend. Thanks for the good words.
"little puffs of smoke grayed then disappeared
giving the sky its infinity back..."
I so love that on various levels.
Thank you, P. I like hearing your comments.
An extraordinarily beautiful reflection on the strange times we are living in. Bravo KT.
Good poem, KT. I especially like the opening.
Thank you, Mary Ann
Miss you, friend. Thanks for the good words.
"little puffs of smoke grayed then disappeared
giving the sky its infinity back..."
I so love that on various levels.
Thank you, P. I like hearing your comments.
An extraordinarily beautiful reflection on the strange times we are living in. Bravo KT.