Guy Fawkes


The cacophony of light and sound

in celebration

a festival

closing in and encasing

as a soundscape

like a planeterium theatre


Our festival of light

a pat on the back

for making it this far

and a whisper reminding us

"Christmas draws near,

hang in there"


But nowadays,

after accounting for prices

the benefits, the disadvantages

the lights dwindle more each year

the

endangered birds shouting to each other through the forest


I will always remember the glory days



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