Fireworks
A flower, huge in the dreamt of childhood.
A multitude
And skywards the stems shining to open
We open our eyes on each crown.
Everything thundering to shout encore.
Violence covered in colour. Does it change?.
Passionately leaning.
Once seen, it was fast
It was everyone's bouquet
Beautiful, terrified stems, at times beauty knows no more
Tonight the stars leave the night.
Bombardment , run quick to embrace
There are children, and inside the heart there are other children.
There are still children.
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