Narcoleptic Nomad V

I dream of Brazil…

Colors and rhythm fill my room…

Carnival becomes an essence, and dance will follow soon…

Here…

Orchids nearly float on thin air…

Confetti showers me all around…

Orange, yellow, and red…

O, why such festivities ever have to end…

Soon, I wake, a grin…

Maybe soon, I can go again…

-Madamchryzl-