Sometimes life changes and the change is more beautiful than the vision.
Broken Dreams, Fairy Castles
Cotton candy in my mouth
Carousel of life – and the ride is not as smooth as I expected.
Floating melodies, a lullaby
Sleep comes gently.
Waking into harsh reality is such agony.
Whispered words, a best friend’s comfort
Holding hands in a daisy field
Carefree childhood, careless innocence - gone forever, in a moment.
Wide-eyed questions, muddy fingers
All is lost, but something gained.
Whispered words build star-lit castles – on the clouds, above the sky, destined to fall down.
Promise of failure.
Cotton candy – here one minute, gone the next
Wind blowing over grassy fields only sways for a moment.
Broken dreams and fairy castles and
the mosaic of the pieces is more beautiful than the dreams were whole
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