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A stream of light Piercing the velvety sky Like a needle through cloth Suddenly, bursting into flame like an infant into life Fireworks glittering, shining, then falling The next one. Crack Flows and arcs down gracefully like a willow tree Falling gently down to Earth Glittering, shining, then falling Back down into the dust From where it came. Dying. When fireworks stop flying, the smoke lingers Against the black The sky different For having known it “Some great fireworks!” I smile Those weren’t fireworks Those were souls |
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This page was last updated on February 26, 2007 by the KIWW Webmaster. |
