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My Performer
Contributed by
Deidra_Carmichael
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Sunday, 8th November 2015 @ 05:55:29 PM in AEST
Topic:
DreamsandWishes
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Here you are my fellow performer
How's life on the stage
I wonder if you admire my involvement in such
And the innocence for my age
I adore you from a distance
Longing for our eyes to meet
For your hand in mine
Twirling to a number of our own
You start the beat with a clap of your hands
A subtle smile I give as my castanets click
My hearts thump is in sync with the tempo
We're caught up in a whirlwind, our flamenco
The passion in your eyes sets my soul ablaze
I respond with the dramatic hoist and rustle of my skirt
Our grasp meets once again and I'm airborne
A few more twirls around this stage and we end
Sealing this act with me frozen in your embrace
My dear performer may I have this dance
I ask you silently with wishful eyes
Would give me a few moments of you
A few that would last me a lifetime
Copyright ©
Deidra_Carmichael
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2015-11-08 17:55:29] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: My Performer
(User Rating: 1 ) by speedy on
Sunday, 8th November 2015 @ 09:02:44 PM AEST (User
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Absolutely beautiful! Great write.
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Re: My Performer
(User Rating: 1 ) by softerware on
Monday, 9th November 2015 @ 10:16:33 PM AEST (User
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This is so beautifully written that I can feel the rhythm; hear the rustle of the skirts; the sharp clap of the castanets, and sway to the music of the tale you weave on a bare stage.
Dancing is making love to music; and you have cast a spell that is both delicious and full bodied.Who has not fallen in love with the magic of dance!
A joy to read, again!
softerware |
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