The square smells of cotton candy,
Summer pours with a lemonade chime.
The carousel flies in a motley flock
Of colors and winds \u2013 above a happy land.
The horses glisten with a strawberry gloss,
Manes sparkling like a celebration in the palms.
The sun tosses the day high, like a ball,
So that we may laugh on warm saddles.
The music sprinkles marmalade crumbs,
Bells shining in rainbow circles.
The world spins \u2013 and for everyone, joyfully,
A light giggle curls upon their cheeks.
Here, every turn is a wish and a peach,
The heart leaps higher, toward the stars.
Even the air seems sweeter \u2013
Tender horseshoes leave behind glowing embers.
And while the evening paints the edges of the sky,
Lamps ignite a honeyed beehive \u2013
The carousel whispers: \u201cDo not fear, dream,
Joy is a motion that cannot be stopped.\u201d<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
The square smells of cotton candy,Summer pours with a lemonade chime.The carousel flies in a motley flockOf colors and winds \u2013 above a happy land. The horses glisten with a strawberry gloss,Manes sparkling like a celebration in the palms.The sun tosses the day high, like a ball,So that we may laugh on warm saddles. The […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_acf_changed":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[55],"tags":[111,118],"zbirnyk":[],"class_list":["post-4347","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-poetry","tag-chiaroscuro","tag-time"],"acf":[],"yoast_head":"\n