As dew drops sparkle On grass so green And sunlight filters Through youthful trees You’ll spot her whirling An ethereal mist Her presence splintered into A thousand golden rays Music is playing But it’s not to be heard A silent song rising From slender lithe limbs And her heart lies open ExposedContinue reading “The Dancer”
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The Poet
Words, rippling forth, from unknown edges of the innermost, mysterious mind. Rushing onward, as they grow in strength, they whisper and sigh, tantalisingly. Murmuring, they seek attention like a lover’s demand, gentle yet compelling. And stronger still, they take shape, take a beautiful form in this tangible world. Words, holding herContinue reading “The Poet”