Like a rocket
shot from my head
to the pages I scribble on
from here in my bed
the sparks they shine
yellow orange blue and red
bright flashes of nothing
an illusion, a lie
chemicals and ether
thrown up by a magician
in the night sky
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very interesting, never thought of fireworks that way, I can't wait to see your work come alive even more! ! ! ! no matter what you write about your work is amazing! ! ! !