Fireworks illuminate the skies
The streak across it like shooting stars
Children’s sparklers flicker like fire flies
As the dance in the road where there are no cars

I watch the fireworks colours as they change
Their grace brings smiles and joy to many a place
Standing still in this open range
The cold chill brushes my face

The flames of the fire are warm
It draws you close with its tempting glow
You get closer still, then a scar is born
Hot to touch, how I learn so slow


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