My Dance Partners - Visual 2
A gallant moon extends gold fingers to me on the dance floor
as I slip my legs into the chorus line of tall, green grass with ease.
Like a spiraling leaf, I’m free until eyes freeze upon his tracks.
Copyright © Rhonda Johnson-Saunders | Year Posted 2015
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