My Favorites
These are my favorites thus far,
but Gaia's known for Her beauty
and Mother Nature's a cutie.
Sparkles, trailing a shooting star
as it falls, setting skies ablaze,
a rare spectacle, nowadays.
And the pluck of a bass guitar
resonating deep in my heart,
as tears spontaneously start.
The rumble of an old streetcar
carries memories of my youth,
a time of innocence and truth.
And catching fireflies in a jar
is a magical kind of thing,
like capturing love on the wing.
These are my favorites thus far,
sparkles trailing a shooting star
and the pluck of a bass guitar,
the rumble of an old streetcar
and catching fireflies in a jar.
(Constanza)
July 30, 2020
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