Dangle your dazzling, dripping beads of joy in an endless array of aristocracy and presence. Each bead represents a tiny facet of truth and love. They are strung together like pod-peas and pearly white teeth that stand at attention.
Let the necklace tug at your errant hair strands like a beach wind beckoning frantically. The wind is impatient and prances in place like one of those colorful loose air dancers. Free. It is a casual thief that continually rips itself off as it bows, bobs, and weaves as drunk as a winning prize fighter.
I still can see the glittery chain weave into the starry eve as night descends. It laces lazily, draping over each individual winking star. Was this Van Gogh’s sky? A classic tale of long nights past. Wonder-filled and cherished. Wear it.
About the Creator
Raissa Dassel
I have been a poet since my childhood. It peaked during my misunderstood teens and now again in my 50th year of life. It would be an honor to have people respond to my thoughts. I played the piano as a child, too. It is a beautiful life.
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