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Dancing in the Dark

Just you and me, he whispered so close, just you and me – in a world of love and romance. He gave her roses, with the scent of the sweetest perfume, a glittering bauble or two, but she said – … Continue reading

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Dancing Away Sorrow

Sorrow is only something we borrow, when our hearts are battered, when love has forsaken us, but it’s best to dance away the sorrow. When you last kissed me, saying you were going away, I told you to stay, stay … Continue reading

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Dancing is Romancing

Dancing is a wonderful way – to express the love you feel. As you sway to the music and you feel two heartbeats as one. Dancing is a wonderful way, to stay close together – as the passion of your … Continue reading

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Let’s Dance in the Rain

Poem number 2 NaPoWriMo Let’s dance in the rain and cleanse our spirits. Dance as the rain. comes pouring down.   Let’s dance in the rain, turning all of our frowns, upside down, smiling brightly, filling the gray skies with … Continue reading

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The Mystery of the Full Moon

Something wondrous about a full moon night, when shadows come to play and the clouds drift by, blown by the night winds. Trying to hide the moon, they play hide and seek. Moonlight so mysterious, something magical about it, wandering … Continue reading

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Fast Moving Train

I wanted to dance in the rain, stop feeling the pain, that was deep in my heart. Should have known right from the start, while burning those bridges behind me, that perhaps there would be a time, some footsteps needed … Continue reading

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Little Red Riding Hood

She was all grown-up now and they called her Red. Grandma was a spry ninety-one and had left the cottage in the woods. Even though the forest wasn’t far, Red and grandma, lived in a condo, by the sea. There … Continue reading

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