The shards of fire splinter the anticipating sky

and a boom echoes throughout the vicinity as if it were an afterthought

The crashes from the explosions pound along to the beat of your heart,

like a bass drum that accompanies life

You stand anxiously waiting for the next splatter in the still air

 And like a fallen star, it sparkles before its life recedes and it sinks into the gloom below,

to settle among the grass and asphalt until the next rainfall.


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