The Last Strains of the Decrescendo
The last strains of decrescendo were still in my ears
Dancing at the masque party time flew leisurely on downy feathers
The night was still youthful, the breath enjoying every fragrant inhale
The last strains of the decrescendo were still in my ears
I was jostled to my senses when it was announced that I had won a free plane ticket
To a destination of my choice. Why me? How? What competition? When?
I quickly revived before entering we were given forms and timed to fill in a destination
And one name whom we wished we could have taken along in sqeezy thirty seconds
I packed my bags and a week later boarded for Las Vegas yearning for my hubby
I couldn't control my smiles as the plane took me off on my maiden foreign tour
The strains of the crescendo were rising in my heart
A dainty air hostess smilingly tiptoed to me, asked for my cabin bag to accost me
To business class, served me snacks and wine and gifted me a black velvet box
Wiping my hands with a serviette, I gently opened the box
To find a welcome note for a week's stay at MGM's GRAND Skylofts suite
Gambling and itenary at the host's cost and my daylights went out.
The strains of the crescendo were rising in my heart
From the airport I was driven to Skylofts where I was received with a warm tet-a-tet
Eyes sparkled at every measure while being escorted to my suite
The bellboy kept the luggage down before the suite, didn't unlock but knocked
The door was opened by my husband with a black rose in hand and a smiling face
The strains of the best crescendo were in the air.
January 3, 2016
Contest: Combination Of Three Words- secret box, plane ticket, favourite flower
Sponsor: Laura Loo
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