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
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