Fireworks - Poem by Javier Falcon
Explosions of multicolored joy,
as they light up the night sky,
destroying all worries and thoughts.
As they penetrate the vast emptiness,
piercing the sky with its loud arrival,
setting track of some elderly memories.
In some places lighting the fire,
where great battles were fought,
letting many have their own autonomy.
Joining with their fellow brothers in admiration,
with each color demonstrating freedom,
the signature of independence.
Exclusive to days of pride and honor,
giving sense of patriotism and nationalism.
Yielding countries the essence of liberty.
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