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Cotton candy pink and blue—
come to me, I know.
Past pastures, barns, windmills, too—
you leave and leave, I go.

Though high and nigh unto the sky
those laughing thrills do close,
for rocks and arms spread awry
could never reach your coast.

We stretch and stretch beyond the seas
for bitter truth, pretend.
That one-night play, that gentle breeze
we wished would never end.

We watch, we part, we say goodbyes—
sad melodies ring true.
Someday I wish when blue does rise
I’ll say farewell to you.

About Author

Gina Kotinek

Gina Kotinek is the founder and Editor-in-Chief of the SPOT Lit. She can usually be found hunched over her computer, reading, writing, or searching for the art of conquering carpal tunnel and tendonitis.