Clouds hanging above heads,
Words turning into rainbows,
In a few minutes we created our own world.
Wild flowers dance and glide,
Imagination,
Daydreams,
Fantasies,
In a few miutes we created our own world.
Smiles are building on our faces,
like this world and words are true.
I want to show you how everything happen.
Oh! What a wonderful sight.
But this is just an ephemeral joy.
In a few minutes our world changes and slowly fades.
Putting us back on our seat.
Maybe we'll see each other sometime,
And we'll begin it again.
All over again.
Patricia Marie D. Nermal - 2007
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