Fireworks soaring into the sky, bursting and scattering
everywhere, their brilliant colors flowing across this
mind, touching precious memories of childhood.
Remembering watching them on the fourth of July so many
years ago with family oohing and aahing in sheer child-
like awe.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very lovely. The shortness of the poem correlates to the briefness of the memory