At a distance A dervish swirl of color dances On sepulcher doors Not intent on divining coils of mortals But Unable to contain Her cinnamon feet She dusts joy over the sleepers Leaves the sweet sound of singing On their lips Come Dance through this veil with me
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In my vision I walked inside, mister Crocker.
Hey, you wrote: 'in case someone wants to visit us...' I'm sure that should have been 'because everyone wants to visit us.'
What do you think?
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