2011
by Julio Czar Monteron
Let the sky align
and forge the path
across the night
with firework's wrath
raise your glass
while the stars explode
dancing like gems
of red, white and gold
The clouds of colors
will never be lost again
as the rain of ash
appears unforgotten
touched by sparks
burned by a mistake
that once haunted
the unrelenting fake
bloody fingers
piereced by the fire
go unnoticed
as the night never tire
along with trash
comes a decietful gift
Hope re-appears
as we all fall asleep
