The Ball of Many Colors
THE BALL OF MANY COLORS
Fantasies are only fairy tales ready to manifest.
What is a dream that lacks meaning?
Never one to ponder in this ballroom, the vibes is high as the rhythm moves you.
I had this dream when I was only twelve that I would dance to the symphony as Cinderella did.
The lighting is just right with atmosphere perfumed.
My partner spots me across the room.
My glass slippers must be removed for I want to dance as if I am a natural.
My dress is turquoise that blends beautifully.
This ball of many colors is given each year.
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Penned on November 14, 2014!
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