Barefooted Dreaming

In this poem, I was porrtraying that even if you are poor and are not famous, if you look at the simple things in the right way, you can be a star every night.

Draped in pure khaki glamour and stardust in my moonlit hair, my barefooted heels step onto natures green velvet carpet rolled out for my entrance. Musical notes of crickets floating in the air and the scent of lilacs filling my nose, I smile for the cameras held by the fireflies as I thank the world for my award of this evening.

 

 

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this is fantastic..i love it!...
pure and genuine...

Sounds like summer. I liked it because of the way it reminds me of the summer nights that I love to sit outside and watch the stars.