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Melancholy dance
I remember dancing in the snow
he twirled me around in his arms
smoke-filled rooms full of debate
laughter until bellies ached
feeling the world at our feet
it wasn't so long ago in my mind
every time it snows my trees are bare
my glass half empty with tears
for winters in cosmic pause
dwelling in the pit of my stomach
an inclination to slip through the hole
my hands hold each other
bold yet fraught with regret
for my mis-takes on the world
trusting, believing, still when it failed
lost a ring so precious and dear
an heirloom gone, ethereal
it vanished from my finger
like the grip on reality trickling away
challenging once more to deal the cards
shuffle, shuffle the chant in my ear
snow is cold, beautiful and real
shuffle, shuffle play against the odds
even out the game, guaranteed are the buds
and I remember the dancing
the freefall into the future
a history, audacious, vibrant, alive
as your hands hold on to mine
you breathe on my lips
it's cold, you feel so cold my love
but the weather is fine
feedback van andere lezers- tessy
Prachtig !!
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killea: Thank you Tessy
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j - aniram
knap geschreven graag gelezen grts Michel
killea: many thanks Michel
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j - Anjer
beautifull memories killea, grt Anjer
killea: indeed Anjer
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j - jan
a memory that survives the coldest winter...
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j
killea: Yes, and a time of no worries Jan
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j - ivo
winters mooi de sfeer spreekt de geschiedenis herhaalt als een trigger in de ogen van iemand die weet
killea: Yes indeed Ivo
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j - kerima_ellouise
a free fall in future...and a future there is...even when an old future left...
beautiful poetry!
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killea: making new history Kerima Ellouise
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j - hettie35
Dit is genietend lezen,
groetjes Hettie
killea: thank you for your fine FB Hettie
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j - Dora
als het weer maar goed is
of als het maar weer goed is
killea: weather is just weather and it's all good Dora
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j - Hoeselaar
Sfeervol beeld, mooi
Willy
killea: thank you Willy
xx
j
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