Fireworks
Fireworks.
They're beautiful, aren't they?
But, quite tragic, tbh.
I mean,
Yes, they're stunning.
And, everyone gathers to gaze in awe.
But their beauty is short-lived and fades after a few mere moments.
They're quickly replaced.
And when the finale is over, everyone leaves, but no one can recall his favorite.
As beautiful
Stunning
Jaw dropping
As they might be,
I pray this is not our fate.
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