Rockets crackle and bang,
shoot high in the sky,
their rainbow colours visible to all.

Wheels spin, sparks fly,
 fountains pour bright flames,
our private show.

Sparklers become pens;
 we write and draw patterns
in the dark sky.

Excitement,
plans and preparation;
in a flash, it's over.

The joy we share
the warm glow of something special
stays with us.

We recall snapshots,
raise a smile,
 cherish the memories. 
 
 
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