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The humid breeze of a summer’s night whisks by
Whispering excitements, ready to fly.
Surrounded by the best people of all,
We wait for the shower of light to fall.
The music hushes; the sprawling crowd stills,
Then the percussion of radiant frills
Explode in the sky as blossoms of light,
Like magical flowers hopeful and bright.
Whizzing and singing, they pop, sparkle, shine
In patterns and colors almost divine.
When the glorious show fades to black skies
And stars take their place, more subtle but wise,
We caper down the lit street arm in arm,
Singing, ‘God protect our nation from harm.’
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Molly Hopkins
I am a writer who battles severe chronic illness with a spunky attitude, determined to find the gold in the gray.
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