A Summer Night

April 29, 2012
I sit on the ground by the river,

the blanket tickles my feet,

the river slowly moving by me,

ducks paddling through the muddy.

The pop of the firework,

soaring upward towards the sky

they explode in synchronized circles,

they disappear in the darkness,

of the summer night.





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