Fluidic grace of movement,
energized and lucid,
The swift and delicate step,
moving to the beating rhythm.
The innate energy,
the curling swirl,
the laughter and crowd,
the merriment abound.
See the smiling face,
hear the jingling bell,
feel the raging sound,
as you move through the night!
The swirling black,
with the jeweled sky,
beneath of which,
the gypsy caravan.
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Original Poems
PoëzieJust some of my better poems I've written that I'd like to share.