Dancer
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.
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lly1205 said,
May 23, 2014 at 4:13 pm
“my mind unravels in ancient places” I love that!
Lily
Julia Dean-Richards said,
May 23, 2014 at 4:35 pm
Thank you fellow dancer
john said,
May 23, 2014 at 9:25 pm
What our fellow Pendragon, Elizabeth said!
Julia Dean-Richards said,
June 1, 2014 at 9:31 pm
Thank you, John. Fresh back from the Isles of Scilly – a week of no computers, not even a peek – time to unravel x
BookOfPain said,
June 3, 2014 at 5:28 pm
Looking forward to the poetry from such a beautiful spot!