This whimpering jubilation, crackers...
This day, these
crackers on the open ground,
Rising flower pots, though upfront, melt down
Whimpering jubilation, cracking ear drums,
Yet a colourful
feast to the
eyes,
Sudden shooting monsters, some lifeless
On the wet ground, encircling smoke above,
You carefully trample upon
disembarked
entities, decoloured ,
spooky puffs of
smoke around you,
At the end of
the journey this is life.
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