Dancing

Anna Varney Wong

    Sliding the floor is a lake
    Gliding wind and wings unfurl
    With harp strings plucking

    Rain drips
    Finger tips meet flick fabric swirls
     Full moon rises
    Catching the swish of her hair
    A dew drop settles on her lips

    Crouching birthing
    Sighing , sighing
    Her heart is opening every one
    Every one falls in

    
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