Sound of its beat, trees move mighty arms shake rooted feet
Leaves swirl, tarp skirts twirl, cloud sweat falls as they unfurl
leaf shoes scuttle, dirt shuffle loose cloth a ruffle
Breathing hard, dust flies on the dance floor yard
Clothes come unpinned, the line skinned, naked but not sinned
In a dance with the wind
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Author:
sorenbarrett (
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Comments1
I must say as I was reading this I was holding on against the force of the wind.Excellent writing. A wonderful wind dance poem.
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