In the heart of the bustling town,
Where lanterns glow like fiery stars,
A festival of dreams is found,
Echoing laughter near and far.
The air is sweet with scents divine,
Of spices, sweets, and earthly blooms,
As children dance in joyful lines,
Beneath the moon’s gentle plumes.
The colors swirl in vibrant hues,
As banners wave in the gentle breeze,
A tapestry of reds and blues,
Embracing all with such sweet ease.
In this realm of mirth and light,
Where hearts unite in festive cheer,
We celebrate the magic of night,
And hold these moments ever dear.