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This is one of my other poems called "Fire Works." It is about how amazing the first time you see fireworks, and how sad it is when the last sparks have disappeared from sight. 

Fire Works

By Charlotte Bairey

The sparks fly,

Through the moonless sky,

Fading quickly,

As if,

They have worn themselves out,

As they crackle,

Into nothing,

I watch them.

They wink goodbye,

To the smoke filled air.


A small rumble,

And the sparks,

Light up again,

A thousand lives,

Beginning at once,

And ending just as quickly,

In a wisp of smoke,

Veiling that they were ever there,

 At all.

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