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................. ......... Remembering, how fast April, May and June ended, gone.......yet, their breezes, still whistle their songs into July brazenly...heard by conscious, sharp ears, by the bedroom door, i see how they blow and push...how they move everything ................... like these dancers on the window moving with such grace, always obsequious to the call of the wind, .................... soft silky bodies...dancing freely moving with a gentle sway...flowing flinging, waving up, down....in floral, fruity and rustic prints....flimsy, like summer scarves, in yellows, reds, greens, blues, and browns ................... baring......sometimes, hiding a rich tapestry of an arcadian scene: wide open areas of lush green beside gold-colored fields, eyes of passersby are stunned even more by the long, wide, swaying leaves of the proud tobacco plants. ..................... tireless hanging dancers, graceful and lithe, organza curtains, pierced by rays of sunlight, dancing with much fire, as wind becomes wild, ...but, shy at nights, when stilled by drawn blinds... ......................... ........Dancers........ ..................... .............. Sally © Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan July 1, 2018
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Jun 30, 2018
Jun 30, 2018 at 11:05 PM UTC
........Dancers........
................. ......... Remembering, how fast April, May and June ended, gone.......yet, their breezes, still whistle their songs into July brazenly...heard by conscious, sharp ears, by the bedroom door, i see how they blow and push...how they move everything ................... like these dancers on the window moving with such grace, always obsequious to the call of the wind, .................... soft silky bodies...dancing freely moving with a gentle sway...flowing flinging, waving up, down....in floral, fruity and rustic prints....flimsy, like summer scarves, in yellows, reds, greens, blues, and browns ................... baring......sometimes, hiding a rich tapestry of an arcadian scene: wide open areas of lush green beside gold-colored fields, eyes of passersby are stunned even more by the long, wide, swaying leaves of the proud tobacco plants. ..................... tireless hanging dancers, graceful and lithe, organza curtains, pierced by rays of sunlight, dancing with much fire, as wind becomes wild, ...but, shy at nights, when stilled by drawn blinds... ......................... ........Dancers........ ..................... .............. Sally © Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan July 1, 2018
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Jun 30, 2018
Jun 30, 2018 at 11:05 PM UTC
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