If rainbows smiled rather than frowned,
If balloons didn't float away,
and bubbles never popped.
If we laughed with the clowns,
and could keep our heads in the clouds.
If we skipped around barefoot,
And chased the butterflies.
If flowers blossomed all year long,
And ice-creams never melted.
If stars could twinkle for forever and a day,
And sand-castles didn't wash away.
If we freed our hearts,
And opened our minds.
If we all smiled
Rather than frowned.
this is such a beautiful poem:)
ReplyDeleteBeautiful Sarah...I love this poem.:)
ReplyDeleteWhat if you wrote an ending for your poem??
ReplyDeletemakes me think twice about frowning.
ReplyDeleteSuch a happy, joyful poem. Written with beauty, talent and the flavour of romanticism.
ReplyDeleteIt sort of makes me feel like I'm in a dream...
Vomitous. Absolutely vomitous.I feel like im being drwoned in a vat of utter kitsch.
ReplyDeleteYuck.
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