Chantelle: I am 13 years old and am from Australia New South Wales.

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Flying Colours

Bang like a gunshot,
You see a spark flying,
As the crowd watches,
There is a light in their eyes,
And some children cry,
Up in the air,
A heartbeat,
You wait with aware,
You hear a small pop,
And colours fly up,
Across and down,
And all around,
Beautiful showers of colours
Like red, blue and
Many others,
Then the 5 second flower fades,
With all its strength and power,
Colourful golden showers fall,
Then darkness,
Waiting with anticipation,
For another celebration,
The crowd leaves,
With smiles,
On their faces.

Copyright © 2000 by Chantelle

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