The festive lights that glows in hues,
Creatures big and small turn in cues.
As soft pink dressed princess waits,
Her cheeks in flushing red paints.

Sparkling lights like shimmering diamonds
In luminous white or in faded yellow studs,
In fiery red or powdered blue stones
Adorns each ceiling and mirrored posts.

The cheerful bliss of the summer moon,
Hallowed mauve invites lovers swoon.
Healing the greys of pain in fractals,
Blossoming within is hope in white petals.

As it goes around it drowns the laughters,
A seeming staccato of never enders.
The blues of cold winter is gone.
Carousels will play again until dawn.

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