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The Dance of Time

a little girl, learns to walk. then at weddings,Daddy has her on top of his shoes she looks up at him she is only four as she moves with him across the dance floor as she grows she knows she will always be a dancer she is only seven now and dance,to her is heaven and it will be as she ages ballet, tap and ethnic and belly dancing, too time slows her movements her feet and limbs grow stiff and yet her dancer heart still moves with every beat it is her heart's life's blood her truly fondest desire is to dance again and never tire October 6, 2019

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Anne-Lise Andresen

Date: 10/7/2019 3:06:00 AM

- The dance will always be in her heart, a wonderful poem Panagiota :) - hugs // Anne-Lise :)

Panagiota Romios
Date: 10/7/2019 7:03:00 AM

Always and always.. Gracias, just me. xxxx

Ann Gilmour

Date: 10/7/2019 12:49:00 AM

Ooooh Panagiota this is utterly divine as your words dance across the page. So evocative and full of passion my friend and in the dancers mind she is still able to dance as she did in her youth - exquisite imagery - I love it and a FAV for me. With kindest thoughts Ann xx

Panagiota Romios
Date: 10/7/2019 7:01:00 AM

Hello, Ann! Nice to hear from you. How divinely sweet To make this a FAV. My words "dance across the page"~ so poetic. Thank you, love..just me..xxxx

Arturo Michael

Date: 10/6/2019 4:47:00 PM

The dancer....one way or the other she will dance...Nice one

Panagiota Romios
Date: 10/6/2019 6:53:00 PM

Arturo! Right on, brother. Dance is like the wind. It's something magical in it. Where does it come from and why is it so enchanting? It's a powerful force yet at times soothing and undulating, Panagiota. oxox

Line Gauthier

Date: 10/6/2019 2:56:00 PM

What a lovely poem, Panagiota.

Panagiota Romios
Date: 10/6/2019 3:10:00 PM

Thanks, Line. I tried to keep this as simple and light as I could. Have a joyous day...PR

Silent One

Date: 10/6/2019 2:55:00 PM

Oh this iS sad not being able to do something we love..

Panagiota Romios
Date: 10/6/2019 3:07:00 PM

There are many poets here who cannot do what they love. I call this poignant. How many can still jump rope, climb a tree or play Baseball or go bowling? PR