Firecrackers spark, burn — in traces:
Singing larks,
Darkening ferns,
Above the smoking dawn
Imprints rainbows on joyful faces.
My childish breath, wanders
On windows fogged by
Time and all the cries
Of people beyond the pane, singing
Happy beginnings!
In sweet refrain.
And let bygones be bygones,
Or so my roses bid goodnight.
By coming of the morning:
Fireworks spark, turn — their faces
To hanging bark,
Past all the stern
Leavings of the day
And wastes that, whispering, say
Run with me in endless races.
My childish breath, hovers
Over wooden board
And blackened streets.
Mangoes shine under sinking light,
Grandfather clocks chime a coming midnight:
Lull my boyish dreams to sleep.
A new year wakes in slumbering sheets.
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