Its True
Dreams, are made......from.
The colours, of the rainbow.
Which
Slowly, fall .......to earth.
Like Majik dust, spread by fairies.
To, infest our hearts, briefly?
Then, they are gone!
When cloudy skies, and wind, swept plains..... lay empty.
Washed away, by the rain.
Newly coloured flowers sway.
Skies are blue.
That rainbows.....gone.
As are, my lost dreams.....now.
Natures bouquet,
For
Romance.
Giajl © Jim Love