Shadows on your face
As morning sunlight breaks,
Windy hair, without a care
You dance as nature wakes.
Terrified to fall,
I hardly dance at all.
But you take my hand, and upon the sand
We twirl as the waves roll on.
And you say
"Come with me, and we'll chase the horizon.
We'll dance as the sun hangs low,
Come with me, let's hang on till it's brighter.
Take my hand and don't let go."
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Poetry"Tomorrow's not promised. It may not arrive. So why do we waste The days we are alive?" A collection of poems and songs. #81 in Poetry | April 28, 2015 © 2015
