THE STORY Pt. 4

Where the rainbow,

Meets the sea.

There’s an island,

Full of daisies.

 

One beauty blew into the wind,

And landed on my hair.

The handsome stallion neighed,

As he dreamed of his pretty mare.

 

Would she be a freezing fire,

Or a block of fiery ice?

He dreamed of such a life.

A wife out of sight.

 

Little did he know,

She was with him the whole time.

And so, love was found,

In a children’s merry-go-round. 

-Manya Singh Patel