Carpe Diem
We burn bright, burn brief
Sun is not long when come the stars
Blue yellow green turn grey
With just the briefest patch of red to mark their passing
We are fireworks, never really matching words to action
But close by the blaze it's hard to tell.
We yearn to join our sparks together,
To rise, mortal momentary ember
To combine, combust in one
To make our small obeisance to the sun.
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