Afternoon Cotton Candy




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Afternoon cotton candy wonders.

Afternoon Cotton Candy

It started as a thin air.

It started as a thin air. A flicker.

It started as a thin air. A flicker. In lacuna.

It started as a thin air. A flicker. In lacuna. Then a thread.

It started as a thin air. A flicker. In lacuna. Then a thread. And more.

It started as a thin air. A flicker. In lacuna. Then a thread. And more. Twisting. Tangling. Touching

It started as a thin air. A flicker. In lacuna. Then a thread. And more. Twisting. Tangling. Touching Each other's fibers.

connecting fates.

My eyes marvelled

My eyes marvelled In the swirls and turns

My eyes marvelled In the swirls and turns Of intertwining kismet.

My eyes marvelled In the swirls and turns Of intertwining kismet. Taking the form dictated

My eyes marvelled In the swirls and turns Of intertwining kismet. Taking the form dictated By the wind stimulated

My eyes marvelled In the swirls and turns Of intertwining kismet. Taking the form dictated By the wind stimulated By the whir of many

twitterpatted hearts dreaming of sweetscapes.

A blush.

A blush. A ballet slipper.

A blush. A ballet slipper. A bubble gum.

A blush. A ballet slipper. A bubble gum. A symphony of pink.

It's sweet.

Is it sweeter? Than the flipped

Is it sweeter? Than the flipped White cotton candy clouds?

Is it sweeter? Than the flipped White cotton candy clouds? Often buttermilk-stained

Is it sweeter? Than the flipped White cotton candy clouds? Often buttermilk-stained From the sun's cup.

A manifestation of evaporated

A manifestation of evaporated Tears, sweat or maybe

A manifestation of evaporated Tears, sweat or maybe Tea, coffee and lemonade juice,

A manifestation of evaporated Tears, sweat or maybe Tea, coffee and lemonade juice, Or the milk of a toddler.

The soda of high-spirited teenagers,

The soda of high-spirited teenagers, The wine of a man,

The soda of high-spirited teenagers, The wine of a man, The IV drips.

The brook that caught the ashes

The brook that caught the ashes Of once wide-eyed romanticists,

Or the vast sea

Or the vast sea That once consoled me.

Is it sweeter?

Is it sweeter? Or is it salty? Sour? Bitter?

Maybe, it tastes

Maybe, it tastes A phoneme.

Maybe, it tastes A phoneme. Then a morpheme.

Maybe, it tastes

Maybe, it tastes A poem.

Maybe, it tastes A poem. A prose.

Maybe,

Maybe, It tastes life.

It tastes life.

Thank you for reading! :)

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