The Dancers' Quarrel
Two hands beckon forth towards promise of their yearning hold
One deadly dark with beauties mark; the other a pale white gold
Both dance for me as they do sing in full display of light so bold
Twin voices ring and compete to bring their sister’s knees to fold.
Copyright © Cameron Hardenburg | Year Posted 2023
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