Fairytales

What Do Ya' Reckon?

make believe

The breeze carries with it
A hint of apples and glimmering sunshine
With each warm, deep breath, I can almost find it
With eyes closed
Transported, transfixed
Somewhere ethereal
Euphoric, lighter than real
Fingers aching to touch

Make me young again
Enfold me in the warmth of make-believe

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