When The Dance Stops

When the Dance stops So now the party in Singapore is over pacts are signed, and the show of lies is over in the meantime, I have been looking at pretty flowers FB, which inspired me to go for a walk, the blooms on the terrace are past their glory, they are pale shadows waiting for a new spring, only my cacti are flowering it has nevertheless with by my ignorance and little water thrived and have bell-like red flowers. The sheep on the field eat the pretty flowers first before eating grass, I think they are colour blind or think beauty must be consumed before it pales. Meanwhile, the two dancers in Singapore smiled better than a crocodile would and we cynics wait for the next step.