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A la Seconde
Tonight I danced over sandy wooden boards
my body spun and the stars grew under no ones breathe
As I landed to take my bow, I realized that i plied for nothing
It was the world that was spinning, not me
Tonight I danced over sandy wooden boards
my body spun and the stars grew under no ones breathe
As I landed to take my bow, I realized that i plied for nothing
It was the world that was spinning, not me
this is
great poetry
almost like something half forgotten or lost
once there was remeberance
as if moonlit patterns of trapped leaves at midnight when they rustle in the wind
keep writing more
for all of us to enjoy
peace
Dylan
"One of the best results of life, is the torment of love"
Dylan Eliot
Thank you Dylan, that was
Thank you Dylan, that was very pretty.