Candy floss on my lips
Strange melting in the mouth
Sweetness
Your baby lips
Softly clinging to my shoulders
Your sunkissed caramel skin
Mamma will take you places
Keep you safely harnessed
through the wild rides while you
Babble on baby
Or dip into
Sweet pop corn dreams.
Little one,
You are the sweet theme
of this fairground song
The sense behind the madness
Of endless carousels
That I sing.
(c) Amrita Valan 2016
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