I always saw daises as the stars of earth, as if they were born to bring sparks of white to the green. And so upon fireworks night those blooms of brilliant light were the Earth's ode to the stars, our gift of flowers.
On fireworks night those rockets spread dreams into the black as if it were all canvas awaiting ink of brilliant light.
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