my ballerina dances on bronze golden trails while the angels dance
ANGEL DANCE Alas, O those bronze golden trails. He never knew she would leave him, his ballerina. Those practices at dusk in the park at dusk. O how she would dance. Her floral dress witness as the squirrels chatter visit, birds chirp and flutter stars cries as the moon shines shutters. I embrace myself for she dances in the wind within the trees. While each branch and seems every leaf holds her tight. Tis, the dawning for now evening night. I long to waltz with her in the daylight. But now all I see this morning for I see been months now since she’s danced with the moon light and trees. For God has called her home, now I’m alone no longer can I rub her sweet-feet. No more can I await my time to cut in with the trees with the wind. I guess God needed a NEW dance partner. For He chose to call her home. Home to heaven on streets of gold I’m told on angel wings she flown. Now my love dances wit God and the Angels on heaven streets paved with GOLD. my ballerina dances on bronze golden trails while the angels dance 8/30/19 For Angels Danced Poetry Contest Haibun poetry form only. Sponsored by: Lu Loo
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