Festival
We tip-toe in at 1am
The site is calm
A storm begins.
Excitement grows
And temptations stew.
Let’s love and live
The weekend through.
Bags filled with powder
Fill the tent
And sequins, booze and
Cigs. To lament
A younger me who
Lived without fear.
Not the me now
The one that’s her
And worrying about
The hangover
Or the journey home.
Breakfast smells waft
Through the door
Where I am lying
On the floor.
The race has started;
The games begin.
I eat, dress, covert
Then let love in.
OMG, this is brilliant and brought a tear to eye.
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