Silver beams from the heavens above,
All a shadow but a lucid scene
Bickering lights from ships afar,
Like that of fireflies among the stars.
Blaring powerful booms of fire
Illuminating the black infinite,
As though spells are being cast,
A magic waiting to happen.
Underneath is a turning enormous wheel
Lit like the outbursts up high,
Carts speeding on the metal tracks
Tents that give out joy.
I see it all for one last time
The best spot in the city,
As I sip from the best tent
My favorite cup of coffee.
She visits her favourite spot in the city for one last time.
