Spining
Twirling,
Leaping,
Humming,
The grass wet under your feet.
Dancing until your toes are red,
And your legs ach,
And your tottering on your heels.
So you sit, your face gazing up in contentment,
At the shimmering stars,
And the glowing full moon,
And the large, endless universe.
A stretch,
A yawn,
A sigh,
And in you go,
Whispering
Goodnight.
Nov 4, 2014
Nov 4, 2014 at 6:08 PM UTC
Spining
Twirling,
Leaping,
Humming,
The grass wet under your feet.
Dancing until your toes are red,
And your legs ach,
And your tottering on your heels.
So you sit, your face gazing up in contentment,
At the shimmering stars,
And the glowing full moon,
And the large, endless universe.
A stretch,
A yawn,
A sigh,
And in you go,
Whispering
Goodnight.
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