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An ember is often how I feel.
The firework colorful, loud, and bright being my life.
An ember I am, the aftermath of what was.
Ash in my view is all I can see.
What more is there left when the firework is now behind me?
My firework being loud, making the average ear bleed.
My firework being not as bright as others may think.
For it was set off in pure daylight.
So all u can see is the after smoke, smolder over the rooftops.
I am ember falling to the ground,
Where my memories of ash are to be found.
© FragmentsInTheWind
The firework colorful, loud, and bright being my life.
An ember I am, the aftermath of what was.
Ash in my view is all I can see.
What more is there left when the firework is now behind me?
My firework being loud, making the average ear bleed.
My firework being not as bright as others may think.
For it was set off in pure daylight.
So all u can see is the after smoke, smolder over the rooftops.
I am ember falling to the ground,
Where my memories of ash are to be found.
© FragmentsInTheWind
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