Merry-Go-Round

Perfume once sweet palls.

Nameless faces merge into one.

Mirthless laughter and forced smiles.

Sugar coated words designed to flatter and ensnare echo hollowly down the years.

Escape into nature.

The wind on my face.

Birds sing.

Soon the merry-go-round will begin again.


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Published on May 30, 2015 05:23
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