A poem by Isabelle Sorrells
The Ferris wheel she did not go.
As a ride of romance it was
and romance she did not have.
So she stood on the ground
And watched bitterly as couples fell in love in its carriages.
Until one day,
A friend forced her on
– Alone –
On the wheel of love.
As she rose higher
Her mind was changed
As she looked out
Instead of at Ferris’ wheel
But at the beautiful world beyond.
A ride of romance it was not
– not truly –
But a ride of new eyes.
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