The pond was glittering at a distance,
and I stopped in my uncertain pace.
Everything looked so pretty,
the shifting images of beautiful colors under airy pillow clouds,
as looking through a kaleidoscope.
The smell of cotton candy and ice-cream
intertwined between sweet laughter and carefree voices.
Bluebirds sensed a song in every breeze,
and I saw it so clearly.
Black-polished shoes and shapely legs draped in nylons passed by,
and yes, children too.
They were skipping in glee holding balloons in their hands.
Pearls sparkled clear and sweet on my face.
Gentle winds were sending dandelion wishes on a journey,
while stars between emerald grass waited in bliss.
Naked feet were running by, followed by a few more,
crushing them with each step.
Unfulfilled wishes.
Someone was crying, I looked around.
Faded jeans were bumping into me.
A fiery sneaker stepped on my patent leather shoe.
I looked down.
The echoes of a chalky footprint were all that was heard.
My white sock rimmed with lace was ruined.
Dirty.
I glanced over to my other shoe.
Untouched, still so pure.
Someone was crying, and I looked up.
A blue balloon was meeting my eyes.
It looked so familiar.
Hastily it flew gleefully away through the darkened sky,
and I remembered how the sugar coated air stuck to my skin.
Sound of ruffled wings in dead air.
Someone was crying, I didn't care.
The pond was glittering at a distance.
Everything looked so pretty,
the shifting images of beautiful colors under airy pillow clouds,
as looking through a kaleidoscope.
The smell of cotton candy and ice-cream
intertwined between sweet laughter and carefree voices.
Bluebirds sensed a song in every breeze,
and I saw it so clearly.
Black-polished shoes and shapely legs draped in nylons passed by,
and yes, children too.
They were skipping in glee holding balloons in their hands.
Pearls sparkled clear and sweet on my face.
Gentle winds were sending dandelion wishes on a journey,
while stars between emerald grass waited in bliss.
Naked feet were running by, followed by a few more,
crushing them with each step.
Unfulfilled wishes.
Someone was crying, I looked around.
Faded jeans were bumping into me.
A fiery sneaker stepped on my patent leather shoe.
I looked down.
The echoes of a chalky footprint were all that was heard.
My white sock rimmed with lace was ruined.
Dirty.
I glanced over to my other shoe.
Untouched, still so pure.
Someone was crying, and I looked up.
A blue balloon was meeting my eyes.
It looked so familiar.
Hastily it flew gleefully away through the darkened sky,
and I remembered how the sugar coated air stuck to my skin.
Sound of ruffled wings in dead air.
Someone was crying, I didn't care.
The pond was glittering at a distance.
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