A Sugar Rush
to wish to dream,
create a memory,
close your eyes,
and slip away to the,
place in your mind,
where time travels so slowly,
above the clouds of cotton,
the peaceful souls fly so high,
the heart will stop and miss a beat,
as the fun of games will take control,
laughter and joy are a pleasure, to,
hear,
so when you find that sugar rush,
sing from the highest hill,
is the greatest feeling of all,
to wish to dream,
create a memory.
poem by Sharron Stephenson
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