Soaring radiant rainbows,
Shot against the sky,
Descend like wounded angles,
Burning as they die.
And soon as darkness settles,
All serenades are done,
A concentrated moonbeam,
Ignites another one.
The fireworks which light our nights,
Are not unlike souls met in life.
A blaze of varying magnificence,
Followed by one equal silence.
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