Hymn to the Candy- Floss.

You make me envious, You make me jealous.

Always floating high up, You make me conscious

About my limited space, my fake freedom

But above all, my permanent and killing boredom.

Down here, I'm held captive on this distressing Earth,
Up there, of utter liberty, there's no dearth.
Throw me the rainbow as your stairway,
Lend me the wind to fly and see a brighter day.
Drag me up and let me feel your fluff.
Once we are together, we'll play and puff!

Reviews

[zainul]

Superb work.
It is self explanatory.
Appreciate your wonderful imagination.

[akihsna]

Thank you very much for this heartwarming review, Sir. :)

[zainul]

You are most welcome,Anshika.:)

[Ufi Auttorri ~ Amy C. T..]

Envious? Perhaps. Jealous? Possibly. Bored? Obviously... and yet, so playful, so full of joy, this overtly hidden anticipation of intimacy! I would not to wonder but that you could bathe in Trafalgar Square in broad daylight and, if you so desired, make it seem a thing so natural that strangers walking past should think nothing of it; or perhaps only smile and go on, perhaps a bit more brightly, about their turbid lives.

[akihsna]

Oh I'm glad we almost share the same opinions! Well personally, I'd say that Clouds have been the most-unreachable-amazing thing ever since my tender age! I used to gaze at them while hopping happily in my garden and would always wonder if one day, I'd get to feel them and cherish that moment, really..
Thank you so much for your review :)