Memories of a Carousel
I chose to ride the unicorn
So high up off the ground
There began a little dream
When I went round and round
Wonderful magic that I found
Moving colors did my eyes adorn
Like lovely ribbons to astound
Knowing now my steeds white horn
Forever to that carousel bound
Now I, my childhood do mourn
When I went round and round...
Barbara Gorelick
8/3/13
Carousel contest...
Copyright © Barbara Gorelick | Year Posted 2013
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