The Dance
Lightning struck, sparks flew,
Fairies danced while the wind blew.
Wings fluttered, skirts swirled,
The fairies sang as they whirled.
Within the circle of mushrooms wild,
The rain fell gentle and mild.
On they danced with all their might,
Fairies danced till dawns light.
Back they raced underground,
Deep beneath the fairie mound.
Till the next time lighting strikes,
The fairies wait for dusk's golden light.
JadedJezzabel commented on The Dance
07-18-2009
gypsyf8 commented on The Dance
07-18-2009
When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.
John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA
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| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| Trusting Again | 0 | 06/09/2009 |
| Finishing | 1 | 06/03/2009 |
| The Dance | 2 | 06/02/2009 |
| The Lonely Heart | 3 | 06/02/2009 |
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