There on that Orange flavor
I danced on a stick of cinnamon
The aroma from the petal blue berries swishing past the Gum trees.
I danced through the night with awareness of the other side.
There I touched the essence of hew.
Oh true dancing on a sonnet from Chopin.
Swans on the canal swimming sweet tunes of yesteryear, oh to be there again ..oh the Green grass.oh to touch the green grass that moves to your innocent love.oh lovely.
Come dance all around the world.

© R.G KIRK 2014

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