The rain soaked me tip to toe
Drips down so slow
Droplets form on my face
Plodding down at a steady pace
My hands outstretched
As my artist brother sketched
My mouth in a big smile
You can see it from a mile
The dress on me is soaking wet
As I listen to the cassette
Playing soothing, happy tunes
As I'm surrounded by colourful balloons
I dance around,
Then I get crowned
A beautiful crown touches my waved hair
Out of nowhere I am placed on a jewelled chair
As the rain pours down
I become the Queen!
6 comments:
But you are really a lovely queen my dear...:)
And you wrote a lovely poem, too...:))
Keep on writing dear, and I will always be ur fan...:) ^.^
awwww - cute :)
Lovely experience expressed in a lovely way. :)
dats so sweet !!! You carried me through your thoughts and lo ! I had a crown on my head too :)
thanks everyone :) :) :)
Hi Rosh,
how r u gal??
Nice and sweet poem here.. and i could not comment in ur recent post abt bollywood dance.. all the best..:)
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