What Honor Is There Now
we use to dance
but they took it away
it was beautiful
a magical diplay
nothing could stop us
not the bounce of a string
light on are feet
like the bounce of a wing
like a hornet in the wind
but it was a childish dream
now that i grown i see
the dreams already dead
Copyright © John Tanaskow | Year Posted 2010
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