Fireworks, frightened birds,
framed against a startled sky
a fleeting canvas, a tableau of life
moment of celebration, moment of strife.
I still hold the remnants of that picture
that time erased from the sky.
Was it just nature or sublime scripture?
Played out for my questioning eye.
Coz I’ve seen life in crowded places
everyone visits, no one stays
feeling trapped in the lights, lost in unlit spaces
in between being someone and being a face.
When our yesterdays are gone & our today’s are almost over,
when the need for some new journey has just begun,
We all leave home, but for how long is what really matters
coz time is the actual distance between people.
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