Carousel of Imagination
4/4/20
I close my eyes and enter a trance
where it appears the horses dance.
High up in the sky,
the clouds begin to multiply.
The decorated porcelain stallion
formed a massive battalion.
I smile bigger, I laugh harder
As I fill with ardor.
But the wonderland fades
As my eyes shed their shades.
I'm back to real life
No more carousel trife
Copyright © Sarah Lange | Year Posted 2020
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