Our hands intertwined, your hand on my waist,
Mine on your shoulder; we sway an even pace.
Laughing and talking, trusting entirely.
Spinning and twirling, trotting emphatically.
The music is perfect, and although I'm tripping,
We're having a blast, and I feel myself slipping.
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Where We Never Look--The Forgotten Places
PoetryThis is a Poetry Book that I've been working on for almost a year. I write random poems when I'm inspired, so I hope you enjoy! #825 in Poetry November 24, 2016 #351 in Poetry November 26, 2016 (!!!!!!) #350 in Poetry November 29, 2016 #284 in Poetr...
