A hushed silence in the night,

as we sit here together.

Eagerly waiting colors,

exploding forth in many lights.


A prism of sound we see,

bringing forth new wonder.

Each loud bang a herald,

a brief story there will be.


We watch in celebration,

of events both new and old.

Independence and failed plots,

at night we emblazon.


When the last light has sounded,

and the smoke clears from below.

We scatter into the night;

what story shall next be told?


Disclaimer: I do not own the imagery used in this blog post and have no artistic claim to it.


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