Sprinkles of Dreams
They sparkle,
I smile with delight.
Loving hands,
Glowing in the light.
They tell a story,
Of hope and truth,
Like the charming spirit,
Of a child’s fairy tooth.
They touch another,
A soft gentle caress,
Washing away problems,
Sorting out the mess.
And glistening in my palm,
The miracle dust holds,
Sprinkles of dreams,
As my passion unfolds.
By Clarabelle
Clarabelle 