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
2 Comments:
Gorgeous, Stan!
Stan, wow, wow, WOW!
Love the "passion" of this one. Beautiful gallery.
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