ABBA rhyme.
Delicate pink blossoms caressed my face,
with arms outstretched I danced with glee
while passers by just stared at me
but filled with joy, I felt no disgrace.
The blooms collected as a thick pink snow
that I scooped with my hands and scattered around.
I marveled at the sweet delight I had found,
thousands of flowers with faint rosy glow.
I sat down among the petals of spring
complete in the moment of drunken bliss
knowing how fleeting are times like this
and the pure contentment that they bring.
I stored away this ephemeral fling
to bring back in winter when snow is real
and icy is the way I feel,
this memory will help me sing.
in the diary of happiness,this is the most enchanting poem i have read.....and enjoyed the moment with you.a moment of bliss can be the epitome of happiness forever !