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I have trod upon the flowers

While chasing fireworks

I have crushed the tender shoots

In pursuit of momentary thunder

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I would not bend to behold them

But fixed my eyes on what could not be reached

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I have trod upon the flowers

While chasing fireworks

I have forfeited a beautiful fragrance

For the smell of burning powder

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I would not reach to touch them

But gave my heart to a shower of evaporating sparks

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I have trod upon the flowers

While chasing fireworks

I have traded a living thing

For a fleeting burst of smoke