A movie scene...perhaps |
| Lovely, delicate as the flower she holds, wistful, contemplating a blossoming. Waiting for white caped prince to arrive, sweeping one off to happily ever after. Sadly, that only happens in fairy tales, perhaps or romantic movies. Perhaps she should give chase, but sadly she's forgotten how. Sweeping changes exchange waiting: for instant gratification. Wistful desire for what once was lovely. |