Ignite the Night
A captivating poetic celebration of fireworks, where the brilliance of pyrotechnic artistry dances across the sky.
In the twilight's hush, where dreams ignite,
"A Symphony of Sparks" dances in the night.
With radiant hues that paint the dark,
Fireworks awaken a celestial spark.
Oh, witness the sky ablaze with delight,
As cascading stars burst into flight.
A burst of magic, a fleeting display,
The world pauses, enchanted, in its array.
Each explosion a whisper, a vibrant bloom,
As sparks ascend, dispelling all gloom.
Their radiant tendrils reach up high,
Drawing gasps and awe from every eye.
In colors that dazzle, in trails that gleam,
Fireworks paint the night, a wondrous dream.
Their symphony echoes, a rhythmic beat,
As hearts quicken, caught in the heat.
With crackling bursts and showers of gold,
Stories are woven, their tales untold.
A fleeting spectacle, a celestial play,
Fireworks enchant us, then fade away.
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