I see her
standing there
she is beautiful
porcelain in color
eyes enchanting
whistful and lonely
she is waiting
to dance with the Rain
her partner
her love
ever enduring
graceful and limber
she floats
against the sky
twirling
she is happy now
this lady called
Romance
for she is
one
with
Rain
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{This poem is dedicated to two lovely friends who have chosen to leave us for a higher place. May they dance forever, with the sun in their face and the wind at their feet}
1 comment:
Oh, Darling, now I must re-apply my eye makeup. Thank you so very much. It is simply exquisite, your poetry. I love you.
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