Acrylic

At the sunset,
Colorful buckets
Poured on the western part
Of the sky,
The yellow orb
Made a splash
Into the greenery,

I looked at the end
Of the day
How it turned
The brown clay red,
The colors how it sprayed
On the townfolk,

Balloons and various water cans
Hang in shops
And boxes of colors neatly kept
For buyers had mica dust
Silvery,
Long queues at sweet sellers'
Counters complete the rest
Of the emerging picture,

They all smell
Like festival,
They all smell acrylic.