the holes
like a dancer in brazil
whose tanned
legs reflect a soul
nervously
watching her with loyalty
and with the
same rupture of elation
upon letting
a million of souls dance
the rains
play.
But very
distinctively I keep my eye
on a little
girl when she swirls her arms
and count
the pieces of limestone
till there
is a fluidity in her movements
to make the
earth of thoughts, still,
in the bed
of naivety and nature
grow and
grow.
For dVerse Poets Pub
4 comments:
i like the image of the dancer in Brazil
fascinating...love how you brought this to life...the dancer in brazil...watching the girl as she swirls...the rain letting millions of souls dance...some great touches throughout...
Very nice flow of words...I can see her ~
Sensuous movements are apparent. It happens when rain wet the clothes and rain water mingled with sweat running down the spine!
Hank
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