Carousel In Roundel
Carousel inn on highest peak,
Round and round they quickly spin,
Beacon invites as we speak,
Carousel inn.
Tent for a carousal din,
Memories lost they seek,
Floating feets under Natures basin,
Festive aura sound and reek.
Flying with the spinning wind,
Emotions fast and thick,
Carousel inn.
by Danesh Morgan
on 3th August 2013
Copyright © Danesh Morgan | Year Posted 2013
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