The Dancers
Dancers fly through the air
Like smoke and fire
All limbs and rain on a foggy day,
Flightless birds that soar for just moments
Each pointed foot and extended arm it’s own brush
To paint a masterpiece.
Copyright © The Ant | Year Posted 2023
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