On balmy summer nights,
listening to the pulse and the rhythm,
intense and extreme,
dancing with joy at the orchestra of life—translucent
and metallic,
flying in any direction,
a waltz of adaptability,
a transformation.
Silence drifted into the wind
as sand filters a renaissance,
written in ink
upon papyrus clouds drifting
into space.
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Author:
Neil Higgins (
Offline) - Published: May 15th, 2026 18:30
- Category: Love
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Comments1
This poem drifts through music and dance to the written word. Well done
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