Fireworks

Have you seen fireworks?

The bright blue green red children of light flying and playing on the dark chest of night. The swirls and surprise they have. The momentous omnipresence of life in form of an epic story on the static page of sky.

Have you seen the ones who stay; the moon the stars, the elders of eldest. The old among old, who shy away in the dramatic romance of fireworks.

“Such show offs” they say, “Giggling and climbing up the unseen paths into oblivion”.

Lets be fireworks. Lets live and get lost.

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