Oranges and pink cocktail explosions
Stain your eyes so bright,
Reflecting your hopes for tomorrow
And dreams for tonight.
You and I, we make our own stars
For those we could not reach,
And they blossom upon themselves
Towards heavens they cannot breech.
And though they cease, ever-fleeting
And are darkness in the end,
For a moment light our paths;
Our illuminating friends.
You see, this is our mayfly moment,
This, our human right.
These are the short lives of fireworks
Where darkness becomes light.
Sep 30, 2016
Sep 30, 2016 at 6:39 PM UTC
Oranges and pink cocktail explosions
Stain your eyes so bright,
Reflecting your hopes for tomorrow
And dreams for tonight.
You and I, we make our own stars
For those we could not reach,
And they blossom upon themselves
Towards heavens they cannot breech.
And though they cease, ever-fleeting
And are darkness in the end,
For a moment light our paths;
Our illuminating friends.
You see, this is our mayfly moment,
This, our human right.
These are the short lives of fireworks
Where darkness becomes light.
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