When I am a dancer,
I spin like a leaf from a bigger tree,
my arms are reaching branches
and my fingers touch all of the world.
When I am a dancer,
as I arc and rise and stretch and curl,
my mind unravels in ancient places
and my dancing soul is free.
Dancer
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“my mind unravels in ancient places” I love that!
Lily
Thank you fellow dancer
What our fellow Pendragon, Elizabeth said!
Thank you, John. Fresh back from the Isles of Scilly – a week of no computers, not even a peek – time to unravel x
Looking forward to the poetry from such a beautiful spot!