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Oct 2015
Seventh of my greatest celebrations.
It lasts almost a week in the first of the month, And I wait all year for this summer day when the weather goes wild...

All  that week...there's change in me
During the first week of October,
I give full attention to the sky
And every time a streak of light goes shooting through the darkness, I feel my heart shoot out of me

One night i saw a fireball that left a long red blazing trail across the sky

After it was gone, I stood there looking up. not quiet believing what i'd seen
Phrank Kankasa
Written by
Phrank Kankasa  Ndola, Zambia
(Ndola, Zambia)   
   Sumina Thapaliya
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