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Beauty Dances Mystery.. dances in a dream..

Always dancing never stopped shared her beauty well.. woman seen as wanted.. stories her dance tells.. snap her fingers.. then lingers.. boots tap.. castanets.. rhythm in her heartbeat.. flower scent of sweat.. lived in Spanish hills white homes.. sun beats on red tiles.. when they heard her rhythm..  dance in Romney style.. Flamenco a fleeting glow.. flow took her away.. with promised dreams each night.. dreams she knows will stay.. Randy rude in attitude.. sailors in from sea.. humbled by reflected beauty felt her sense of free.. dance of fire in her eyes.. defiant and proud.. joy came to my heart.. I saw her dancing on a cloud.. fire every color dance flash of Arctic lights.. twirl in beauty flash movements earthy to delight.. something speaking freedom.. free to love and share.. The Dreamdancer is beautiful.. dance shakes flaxen black hair..  


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About cryinforthedyin

I write philosophy and poetry. I postulate solutions for problems..I find similiar things in history to compare to present day, hoping to find a solution to the seemingly difficult task of giving and receiving love. I play music. Blues harp, piano, guitar, electric and acoustic. I sing..I love to sing..Peace Tony
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