Ebony darkness
weaves her own melodies
into the silent sky.
Beautiful memories
light up the darkness,
each one exploding, like a firework -
each one, duly expiring.
Then those final colours fade,
as the display draws to a close -
leaving me wondering,
in the empty aftermath
of calm skies:
Wasn't it all just an
exquisite illusion?
Is anything real?
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