There she goes
like a nomad in her white robe
the dervish in her evokes
and she goes away in circles galore
The feet tap the water on the shore
splashing over the wet sombre rocks
the music is being made
as she walks, as she moves
she creates the dance of the universe
the enigma of my thoughts
she dances to set me free....
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
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This is a wonderful harmony of words....takes me to an entire different world..amazingly poetic
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