She is an explosion in the sky.

Every sparkle that showers down in whatever catches the night. Fire against the ether, in flowers of red, gold, and green.

The thunder that booms across the park and rocks the tides on this beach.

The motion of the rockets as they trail their light. Brighter than stars, yet she’s not so fleeting.

She does not end in that curtain of brilliance.

She is eternal for me.

She’s always with me. More than the memory of one evening.

She’s every night. She’s the morning that follows.

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