It's a rare pleasure
To have a peace as delightful as this.
One that fills the mind with
The cotton candy, the sparkle of stars scattered above'�
The carnivals, the youth fairs'�
With their rides, assortments of candy apples'�
Soft pretzels, funnel cakes.

The sugar's sweet,
Wonderful.
The thrill exhilarating'�

Everything's as it should be,
Tinted in a rosy haze'�

Do I dare to reenter the world?
That 'reality'� encompassing all that pain and inevitable change?

Do I dare to remove the glasses?
Feel the poignant alienation from the
Separate peace that lies only in their lenses?

My hand trembles'�
I'm reluctant.

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