vibrant red, purple, lime and blue
smiles wide, eyes fixed as if in glue
on the rose windows floating in air
awing the crowd into stares
here, at the Neonopolis in Sin City
an outdoor dome, a sphericity
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Comments (8)
This piece is short but so immersive. I felt like I was right there under the dome, looking up with the crowd.
Colorful and fun. 🌈
This would make a good children's poem. Loved it.
I love the rhyming - it flows so well! ☺️
Wow! All those lights. I wouldn't want to be in all the crowd, though.😊💕
Love how you shared all these colours with us
Oh my goodness, those colors, Andi! You went to Las Vegas? I’m sure they were thrilled because city business and revenue is like 30% down because of inflation and people’s bad economic situation.
Oh wow, that place is beautiful! Loved your poem!