The streets are wild
With firework dreams
Of red and gold
Bursting into flames
Bold like defiance
In a dry season
Amidst chaotic sound
Booming from above
As if from heaven
Throbbing beat heavy
Like a metronome
Shaking the ground
As the skies explode
Drawing in the night
Transforming it to day
A beautiful sight
Like shooting stars
Just learning to smile.
Sam
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