Nothing beats going to watch the New Year's fireworks
The excitement of the people around you, dancing
Leaving behind a tingling sensation
The feeling of the night air biting your skin
Watching the sky light up in a bout of colourful explosions
The fireworks bursting in a flurry of smoke and embers
The light odour of sulphur filling the atmosphere
The thrill of the night's events washing over
In a sudden wave of exhaustion
Eyes heavy, limbs sore
Previous rush of adrenaline ebbing away
You make your way back home
Anticipating the trials you will undoubtedly face
Yet, hopeful
For the good memories you have yet to make
This is what New Years is all about
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Witching Hour: Lost in Thought
PoetryTitled "Witching Hour" because most of my poem ideas come to me way past midnight when I'm trying to sleep. The topics are pretty diverse, but there are definitely things I write about more often than others. Also If you don't like the first few...
