As The Fairytale Was Told

Isn't everything in life a dance of dichotomy, seeking balance?

It fell
like a spell, across
the deep, dark place;
dank and stale its space,
ancient and scarred by
tattered regrets.

The underside of a rainbow
smiled and skipped colors;
stones in a sea of sky
painting promises.

It whispered of what
might have been,
while it sang a chorus
of whats to come.

Both gems
filling our fabled
pot of gold.....

As the fairytale was told.

Reviews

[Marie]

This is a fairytale in itself...gold of what might have been...what yet will be...

[Baby Ricochet]

1st stanza's great.

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Great work :)

[Ed Hart]

thanks for the memories