CROWDS

 

 

CROWDS

 

A carnival of fun.

Cotton candy.

Rides.

Clowns.

Games.

Happy people.

Some are.

Some aren’t.

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THE CARNIVAL

 

 

The carnival calls to me.

Sounds of laughter

float to me in the distance.

I want to be there.

I want to be a child again

for one afternoon.

Go back in time when

life was enjoyed to its fullest.

I will dip my toes in the sand

and run to the carnival.

I will buy cotton candy and

eat it with sticky fingers.

I will ride the ferris wheel

until I am dizzy from the height.

Children are running to the rides.

I am one of them.

For this afternoon,

I am one of them.