Whenever we go <br />to an amusement park or fair, <br />I’m eagerly on the lookout <br />for the candyfloss sold there. <br /> <br />The light pink candyfloss – <br />I just can’t stop marveling <br />at how skillfully it’s made <br />to look like a pink fluffy cloud at sunset. <br /> <br />I’ve always been wanting <br /> to touch a soft fluffy cloud <br />and candyfloss is truly <br />a good substitute for a cloud. <br /> <br />I love the blissful feel of it <br />in my mouth where - <br />it melts within moments <br />into sweet nothingness. <br /> <br />Whenever I eat candyfloss, <br />I hope I can freeze time and make it last – <br />But Alas! <br />All good things must come to an end. <br /> <br />So I wait for another trip <br />to the amusement park or fair <br />so that I can feast my eyes and taste buds <br />on the candyfloss sold there. <br /> <br />14 July 2010 <br />10: 30 am<br /><br />Gita Ashok<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/candyfloss/
