Aug 29
poem 0 comments challenge: General

The Carnival

Is
Stomping rocking rolling brightly colored feathers all together one for all through flight and fall all these people who you don't really know and your friends
Is smelling aromas of food light brightly colored costumes the show is going on and on and on and on forever it seems like but
Finally the fireworks! Your tired souls of feet and spirit lean against each other all the people in that one together mass
Watch the fireworks.
Bright.

Loud.

The colors

Spark your memory

The
Beats and fluid ways of the day all are one, the show, the rhthym, the way we move, together the smells the sights the overstimulation is

The 

Fireworks
(Are beautiful, see them?)

The 
Carnival.