Flamenco
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The Flamenco dancer swirled and twirled past me
her red voluminous red skirt floating
such intensity in her face
I was enthralled with her strength
and proud posture . . .
her feet stomped in rhythm
to a strumming guitar and tambourines
her hands curved over her head
fingers snapping and hands clapping
O, she was a gypsy proud
I could feel her soul and passion
and I dreamed, could I . . .
just a girl ever dance- Flamenco
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September 24, 2017
Free Verse/Flemenco
Copyright Protected, ID 942348
Written for the contest, Poems That Paint A Picture - 3
sponsor, Silent One
Third Place
Copyright © Constance La France | Year Posted 2017
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