Troubles Melt Like Lemon Drops

To where do they really fly?

Where is over the rainbow?

Where dreams come true?

I know not, I care not

But my heart is troubled

Troubles melt like lemon drops

Is enough to tempt me

My heart whispers

Follow the birds.

This post was my response to a The Story Starter Challenge provided by The Haunted Wordsmith:

https://thehauntedwordsmith.wordpress.com/2019/03/03/story-starter-challenge-1/

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