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For You
Hands dance on the death of ivory
The eyes glare for desire
Feet pirouette through fields of memories
As the lips create fire
Now the flames have conquered the sky
Ashes are falling too
It touches the feather of every eaglet
Beautiful beasts will grow from you
It dances and pirouettes through fields of memories,
What elegant wings it grew
it’s time for the bird to leave the nest,
Now it’s coming for you
A Conflagration Of Energy
Such fire can ignite the world with magic and creativity. "pirouettes" an excellent vocabulary choice. More than a dance.
Yup.
Enjoyed this much. Love your screen name too. Especially when read with the poem title.
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Wow this almost seems to be a prequel to ...
...one of my favorite bluegrass tunes called "What Are Those Things (With Big Black Wings)?"
Fave version performed by Roger Miller. Check it out.
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