DM (21/04/88 / Dublin)

-flaming Famous-

Bursts of orange-yellow kill the darkness
Widened eyes look on as each one roars.

A warming experience of bright, blazing blasts
Feelings of awe and wonder as up above each soars.

The glistening glow in the blinding black bellows
It brings closer family, friends and neighbouring fellows.

It calls to come so as to watch it dance
And around the badly moonlit sky it likes to prance.

Friendly faces fell invisible so much I could not see
I’d hear the roar and spot the blaze:

For it wants those few moments of fame-
And I’m happy to have walked a long time to see the bright-ball craze.

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