Theives of Time
Gitanella the spanish dancer-
Twirls to the beat.
With the shuffling feet;
The head poised proud.
Her back in a wonderful arch-
Twirls to the beat
In her bright floral frock;
With a rose in her hair.
The flow of her hands-
As the castanets chatter.
But inside her being;
Her life will but shatter.
This dance of death -
The thieves of time.
Dancing through her breast;
Slowly to the res.
Then faster they move-
Till they all remove.
And all you will hear;
Is her echo i fear.
Copyright © Theo Constantinides | Year Posted 2014
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