We read poems on printed white sheets in english
Cover them with highlights
And words like freedom
Are covered in pink.
And a hundred years ago
It’s not the slashes through the timeline,
Not the practiced cursive
Spelling out names
That we must all know.
It’s the blank in between
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I love how the focus stays on the sparkler, with the contrast from the trees and sky behind it. The sparks coming off remind me of dandelion seeds!
Thank you! They do kind of look like dandelion seeds!
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