Poems ✍️

The night is calm, the fire glows,
A dance of warmth that softly grows.
The sparks ascend, the darkness fades,
A fleeting glow in silver shades.

We ponder life, its twists, its bends,
Its joys, its trials, its means, its ends.
The fireworks flare, the night alive,
We celebrate that we survive.

In every spark, a memory flies,
A glowing echo in our eyes.
Bonfire Night, a time to see,
The fleeting beauty of what can be.