Enchanted
Bluest blue skies
Sunniest sunshine
Sweetest of breeze
Cheeks, teases
Sparkliest spark
No longer blue, the heart.
And a red balloon
Suddenly flies up
In the fanciest of dance
As if enchanted by a trance
My spirit's in a waltz
Not bumping against any walls.
My heart opened, and I rise
With sparkling stars in my eyes.
© 06.08.12
Copyright © Caroline Cécile Delacroix | Year Posted 2012
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