The firework that never dies
I reach out and hold your gentle hand, The fire lights the fuse, I put my arm around you, A crackle and a bang, And off goes the streaming angel’s light, Into the cold black of the night, I touch each of your fingers, The rocket touches heaven, I run my hand through your soft hair, A flash of lightning blue, I kiss you on the forehead, An explosion of a million colors, You kiss me back and then, The heavens and earth collide, For this is the firework that never ends, Its light will never die??/??/00, the girl may be gone but the fireworks still go off sometimes Written April 16th, 2002 © on Apr 16 2002 06:38 AM PST, Jeremy M Olson 0 • 8
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"I reach out and hold your gentle hand,..."