Poetic Dances
from a child I have lived one long dreadful dream
yet, my spirit is like a cool forest stream flowing
I write in fragments of my life in my poetry
awakening my pen for writing is my home
I am a cool dawn yet there is thunder in my soul
and a storm is lurking behind my fallen words
my days are poetic trances and reveries
and at night I spin weave my dreamy poetic dances
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March 14, 2019
Poetry/Free Verse/poetic dances
Copyright Protected, ID 19-1124-720-02
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Submitted to Standard, Contest 195
sponsor, Brian Strand
Third Place
Copyright © Constance La France | Year Posted 2019
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