I swing
I glide
Straight across the room
Sweeping like a broom
Is it too soon?
To dance?
My tips touch the sky
As the criers start to die
And the lovers start to fly
Straight across the room
Sweeping like a broom
Dancing like a butterfly.
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A Plethora of Poems.
PoetryPositive, philosophical, and spiritual poems straight from my mind. I ask that you enjoy and read, even if you are not positive, or philosophical, or spiritual. (Love you beautiful people) <3 <3 <3 (Will be updated constantly) (This book...
