Fireworks go shooting and shrieking
like power-packed rockets charging away into space.
They go blazing and flashing
like flames on a dragon’s fiery breath;
twinking and gleaming,
like drops from a magic fountain;
leaping, looping, arching, swooping,
swinging, like rainbows, in and out of sight
through the deep, dark, finger-numbing night.
Fireworks are as bright as
dashing, flashing police cars.
Then, in a spark, they’re gone in the dark,
but where do they go to?
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