The Dancer: a poem

Posted: September 27, 2017 in fiction, POETRY
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Into the night her dreams did come, her eyes glowed with love and time.

She dances in moonlight with stars in her eyes, laughing and laughing and spinning around.

She sees through the madness, and chuckles and glides, her kisses as sweet as the wine.

Children of madness do not bother her, she is the gardner, making the world growing madly in the dances she does.

She is the one whose smiles can stop all the wars, whose words can cut to the bone.

She is my soul, she is my love, dancing among the stars, words do not describe what I am missing…..

 

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