Plain Words: Poem 32

Dancing in the Mist

for his lady

she laughed to see him so

pure joy in her voice

sent him swinging round and round

drops of silver shining

in a cloud that  hid no thing

music of his body free

was all he could bring

as he danced altogether

with such glee

 

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