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Let's dance
Guided by a gossamer thread
I wander along the chosen way
softly, softly is my tread
in gratitude I begin each day
on the pillow next to me
your smiling watchful face
knowing eyes deeply see
feel the benevolent grace
life may not have been
the expected party perchance
leaving behind what we have seen
from here on we will dance
despite your two left feet
my hopeless coordination
on the dance floor we meet
our tango a small sensation
feedback van andere lezers- ivo
een mooie dans tussen twee harten en een liefde die niet stuk gaat ..
killea: Thank you, Ivo
xx
j - fairy
Waauw, June, this is really a very nice one, indeed. It reminds me of a song from the musical "Wicked", Dancing through life.
At this moment me and Olivier are traveling through Ireland with his motorbike and I just feel the same way as you are discribing in your poem.
Wendy x
killea: Thank you Wendy. Have a wonderful holiday and if you pass through Killea give the ground a kiss!
xx
j - martine
mooi dicht terug killea
xx
killea: Many thanks, Martine
xx
j - Mistaker
Dancing the night away!
Greta xx
killea: thanks, Greta
xx
j - jamal
over kleuren en smaken discussieert men niet
en over het dansen ook niet...het is het gevoel dat telt.
xxx
killea: thank you Jamal
xx
j - Liesje
Prachtig en gevoelig neergepend!
killea: thanks Liesje
xx
j - Klaver4
haha, nice ending June! Beautiful poem! It's not passed chances or lives that count; it's what you do with what's ahead hey!
xxx
dicky
killea: many thanks, Dicky
xx
j - yellow
tango or samba, it's let me think at patrick swayze,
strong poem J.
M.x
killea: may he rest in peace
xx
j
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