Ballerina
Like a tiny ballerina
She skips across the floor
She pirouettes then reaches out
To rearrange a flower
Naked
Save the broken golden cross
She always wore
Then watching from the unmade bed
I realise her lover said
I love you
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Author:
Neville (
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A love affair to remember when ending with such a tender confession - -- an evocative weekend read my friend.
thank you so much Fay.... am so busy this weekend.. am struggling to respond to people here.... hopefully it will be quieter next week x
Busy can sometimes take our every moment Nev. - - - no probs with being unable to respond here mon ami - - wishing you rest when possible and hoping twill be a bit quieter for you tomorrow.... x Fay
Great aah factor - I love it.
Cheers Michael... N
Reminds me of 'Dance of the sugar plum fairy' by someone or another. I'm not 'into' classical stuff as an expert, as you see! lol. Some Chai-coughski bloke it is.
Thank you for visiting these words....
Thanks N. Have a good weekend!
Thought provoking piece, love the ending
Thank you Seren... much appreciated... N
Super loving write Neville.
Thank you sir... many thanks to ya... N
Start to end brilliant my friend!
Thank you my friend.... Have a great weekend now.... N
Hahaha absolutely!
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