The floor was pristine after cleaner and polish,
Heels and boots clicked in harmony to music.
The fabrics of blooming dresses and tailored coats rustle and sway,
An orchestra plays their stringed instruments with great grandeur.
The room is alight with golden candelabras and glittering chandeliers,
The shadows are the only things not welcome here.
People share smiles and laughter fills the air,
While everyone dances away the beautiful and starry night.
YOU ARE READING
Wishing Upon a Star
PoetryWhen I shared this book, which was once a rough-draft People criticized my work so much that others laughed. But now as I publish my works, which are full of courage and dreams People think to themselves, "a book cover is not always what it seems." ...
