IT'S RAY....
In time a distance away,
Appeared a day when all seemed right.
A tune beckoned; it's 'Sunday Morning'.
It's gay. It's happy. It's alive.
Akin to being courted by a gentle breeze,
A dandelion dances solo in full glory.
Mesmerised by the beat,
It loses itself in transitionary bliss.
The music fades.
"What's next?", she wondered.
Suddenly it came.
It's this song. It's Ray.
Odd, but it's not the same familiarity she's accustomed to.
For it's like a wind chasing down the dandelion. It's whistled.
Frozen by realization, brace yourself with a little prayer.
It just may be. And it may just be.....
1 comment:
Fragile Dandelion easily destroyed by cruelty wind. Dandelion enjoys flowing through the air when the wind breeze past, enjoys the most significant relationship but only for a short time.
Life just like Dandelion.Fly up into the sky and left behind on the floor destroyed by the wind. Dandelion can do nothing after being left alone on a mountain, in the river, in the forest, in a desert, in a unfamiliar place, she was devastated, hurted, betrayed, alone in a place far from comfort...
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