Tiny Fawns

Daily poetry from Brianna Dawn.

adults sometimes aren’t brave enough to ride the carousel of

with childlike hope
heads spin,
feverish dreams stitch
into hearts,
warp speed, time falls
apart – mirrors bend,
poor self reflection –
the music twists from
cheerful to haunting,
the good feeling stops
coming around, the horses
leave us behind, riding
out of town

written by Tiny Fawns for daily prompt: carousel 

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