I am none other than a sparkler burnt,
To which, those people praise for colors bright,
Emitted when it burns with it's life spent,
That form a shiny show in shady night.
But when my vigor gone and burning stops,
The ones who praised, away me worthless throw;
And another in place of mine, just pops!
To face the same fate, to make them all wow.
Those praises I got when I used to shine,
Though I no longer shine, I want them back.
But all my cravings and long thirst of mine
Could not make me burn; my fuel I do lack.
So enjoy all those colors while I burn.
God made me this way, to die for your fun.
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Sonnets For You
Poesía"Do read those lines of mine written for you; Those lines in which I shared my feelings true. And may in heart of yours form something new From rhymes of mine that bear a story blue"
