Fireworks

I feel a hint of citrus soaking into the skin on my hand

As sugar droplets melt despite the coolness on the sand,

Though not by taste the popsicle becomes a part of me

Just past my dreamy point of view in warm periphery-

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My mind is drawn to festive bursts of fire in the sky

Reflecting on the gentle waves and sparkling in my eye;

Explosions rock the atmosphere with flashbacks to the end

Only to recolor vistas beautiful again

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With color combinations that I’ve never seen before,

I let the light wash over me with simple hope for more

Chromatic exploration in the cloud tops evermore;

Gunpowder lights intensity in peacetime and in war