Author: Ritt
Song of Love
Seven silver ponies gliding down mainstreet
On each a song of triumph and desire
Played deep in the hearts of child-like sweet
As a dove's quilt gently caresses the fire
Violet vignettes invisibly present
Transcend an undying image of amore
Giving growth both glorious and pleasant
To the origin of an unending story
The accordion an instrument of pure joy
The flute a harmonious mellow laughter
One played by a she-clown the other a majestic boy
Together making music that will last ever after
The wonders of flying are for those that never flew
Or were never a part of a dream come true.
by ritt
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