Black fingers spread and tilt
Bowing, burnished satin sweeps the parquet
Glowing embers light her face
Cream smooth raven’s updraft
Icy air whistles
Threatening the sky.
Resined palms applaud
Icy air whistles
Threatening the sky.
Resined palms applaud
Powder flies off bows
Her voice is still.
Her voice is still.
4 comments:
(smiling and nodding)
Beautiful...:O)
Tjhat was utterly lovely.
Julie
gorgeous
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