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I sat in awe and watched them make the stage a world, where everything, everything could happen. The music took me away from where I was sitting. Drifting me on invisible lines. And I dreamt. I dreamt. Their hair in braids, their colourful clothes, their graciousness. A jump a deer, or swan. Arms a house to live in. Embracing all the world from love to death and beyond. And I danced, I danced, my music danced in my head, my words, sung on paper, were spoken on stage. Lived a life other than ink or syllables. I lived there. I bowed for my imaginary public. My mind a stage, all dancers, all words, all the music. This dream kept me alive. This dream makes me a poet who sees colours and music in words, and enjoys just that. *** October 31, 2016

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Date: 4/6/2017 12:12:00 PM
I LOVE this. Sevened and faved ;) xomo!
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Darren White
Date: 4/6/2017 12:30:00 PM
The funny thing with this poem, is that it never had any comment, and I decided two days ago to deleted and then at that very moment someone commented.... and now you do :) and then a 7 and a fav? Honoured!
Date: 4/4/2017 8:32:00 PM
I love the image of movement created throughout your poetry. I enjoyed the poem.
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Darren White
Date: 4/5/2017 2:50:00 AM
Thank you so much, also for being the first and only one to comment on this poem :)