fairy tales

i was outside

under the stars

dancing with someone

i never saw the face

twirling under

white lights

around and around

smiling

at the perfect sky

i looked up

and saw the ceiling

not the moon

not the stars

i realized

it was only a fairy tale

without bread crumbs

on a forest trail

i never knew

who held me

so close

in perfect time

as the sky

twinkled with light

and music

drifted into the night

a storybook dream

a soulmate

perhaps

in another galaxy

so close

yet faraway rhyme

in a vastly different time

— patty

art by meleni pyke “sparrows”

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If life steers you into a dead end road, and you are trying to find your way, skip the GPS, take the road with no traffic. Founder studiO, early morning poet.

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If life steers you into a dead end road, and you are trying to find your way, skip the GPS, take the road with no traffic. Founder studiO, early morning poet.

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