Fireworks

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A moment of silence, the promise of sound,

And then! In but a breath the sky erupts

In colour and smoke and cries of delight,

Like children playing at pirates in Neverland.

 

The gold of the sunrise against night;

The red of the roses from the Queen’s court.

Emerald, silver, blue, purple, white,

A cloak of peacock feathers and Venetian mask.

 

For the briefest of seconds, nought but a trickle

Of time in an infinity of water drops,

You stand between the Rosette and Orion

A slip of a star, basking in the multitude.

 

Gushingly inspired by this collection of gorgeous awesome-ness.

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