One night every year,
the skies canvas is blown up with the paint of fireworks.
Adrenaline rushes through you
as a spark coming from a lighter
is pushed towards the wick of the explosive.
The wick catches the flame,
the fire rides up to the end of the wick
and reaches the dark powder within
to force the bomb of color to shoot up to the sky.
The moment of radiating color
bursts to fill the whole skies canvas
as the noises boom boom boom sound
and falls to the ground as the burning, brilliant glow dies down.
Then you light the wick and the adrenaline starts all over again.

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