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Cotton Candy
(04 October 1943 / Germany)

Cotton Candy

She meant to write it down,
that vivid dream, so strange
but pleasant, warm and weird.
But then it slipped away
through gaps while brushing
with Oral-B her white enamels.

Try as she might during the day
she realised that there would be
no point and that she'd wait.
Perhaps they had not dissipated
to feed the aspirations and the dreams
of others, this was hers, her handiwork.
And then, while brushing her blond locks
it came to her, the memory of cotton candy.

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Comments (2)

Ahhhhh memories. Innocent... Almost. Excellent work!
Very nice Herbert.........Sincerely, Mary