Thursday, January 09, 2025
POEM - CRIES OF THE DANCER
Of sunrise or sunset is just right,
I can smell a campfire,
Hear the cry of plaintive violins,
The claps and cries of the dancer,
As she whirls, her brightly decorated skirts
Flaring, sharing the exciting beauty
Of night, fire, music,
And her dance.
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Labels: beauty, campfire, dancer, poem, poetry, scarlet and gold, sunrise, sunset, violins
# posted by Donovan Baldwin @ 10:42 AM 
