Seeing it sparkle in the light,
reaching out to touch it,
Watching as it slips away.
A golden, gold ribbon,
With a small locker on it,
Wanting to see the photo.
Who's smile would hide,
Inside this beauty thing,
That someone tossed away.
Stretch out all my lenght,
Seeing it fall into the dark,
No wait, a stony street.
I look around myself and see,
Seeing not the 21'th century,
But the old ball dresses.
So this is how it looks like,
Inside my peaceful mind,
A big ball and glittering things.
Wishing I could stay here,
Within myself in peace,
But then I open my eyes.
Honorable winner
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