Then the lights shoot up.
They explode way up in the
night sky.
The light shimmers down.
It looks as if it was raining
sparkles.
Then I hear the cracks of
sound.
It’s like thunder but
sharper.
I stare out the window, my
faced pressed against the cold glass.
I watch them go up and
explode one by one.
It’s a cold and dreary night
but still is a beautiful one.
Watching them shoot up and
explode is like an artificial sunset.
Overall these were the best 4th
of July fireworks.
I love how your poem has plenty of vivid description and internal rhyme.
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