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Fireworks
A canister of flame and hooray.
Waiting until the loss of day.
Light the wick and wait.
Stars ring, the dark to taint.
Shot off like souls looking to get lost.
Fountain of stars, raining down.
That’s when I find that the ground,
Meets with the sky,
No horizon between the stars that fly,
And the ones beneath my feet.
Waiting until the loss of day.
Light the wick and wait.
Stars ring, the dark to taint.
Shot off like souls looking to get lost.
Fountain of stars, raining down.
That’s when I find that the ground,
Meets with the sky,
No horizon between the stars that fly,
And the ones beneath my feet.
Published 27th Jul 2016
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27th Jul 2016 9:48am
I see the fire & rage up there
I see you, walking on stars.
all bright colors & spectacle...
I see you, walking on stars.
all bright colors & spectacle...
