Philosophy of Fireworks
What is it so appealing in the raw and fierce explosions shredding the silence of our summer skies? Enticing rabid screams towards that which vainly sparkles, the works of our fire burn a once tranquil night paying primal tributes to lurid human nature.
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My muse can be unseemly and nomadic although she fancies meter and good rhyme, her diligence and output are sporadic, and some may say she’s moving past her prime. At times she’s off consorting with the sages reflecting on existence, as it were, At...
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