Dec 6 77 Evening Dreams
Evening dreams weave in reds and whites,
Wandering greens and browns,
Slender black hairs fall so gently down,
Jingling sounds of tiny cymbals
Rise as dancing starts
Electing movement as a choice.
Copyright © Wm Paul | Year Posted 2012
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