A Thought

What a growing,

spreading,

wriggling,

bouncing,

shiny little

treasure

of a thought.

Twisting

it’s way

up from

the pit of

my stomach,

dancing

its way

up my chest

to settle finally

upon my

upturned lips

as a smile

In the

blue of my

lit-up eyes

as a sparkle.

He’s coming!

 

Photo Credit: Shiny by Saku Takakusaki on Flckr; used under Creative Commons License.
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