Golden castles light the
Sky of morning as the
Wind whisks by to lend a
Song, heave a sigh,
Leave goodbye on silent lips.
Winsome thoughts go
Fluttering on silken wings of
Butterflies, muttering their
Doleful cries, flaunting
Somersaulting flips.
Stand aloof and watch a while
As dancers pass you in the aisle.
Gather proof and lend a smile
To kindle your desire.
Pack a bag and go for it.
Leave the others in a snit.
It’s your dream, your perfect fit,
Your leap into the fire.
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