Morning!
A new day has risen.
Warm morning wind
plays with my hair;
they are dancing.
Every breath I take is
dancing in gratitude.
At last I am alive!
My soul is dancing;
longing to meet you again.
O' Dear, I am in love!
I yearn for
our glances to meet;
for the sparks in our eyes
would dance.
Our lips could dance
so perfectly;
but you're forbidden
to me.
The fruit of Eden;
tasty and deadly.
O' look, the sky and the Heavens
are dancing;
the clouds are smiling.
Every grain of sand in the desert
dances when the wind
blows him away.
The wind is dancing
over the surface of the Ocean.
And I am dancing too;
dancing in pain,
dancing in my own blood.
The ravens ravens circle
over my head and dance to the sound
of dripping blood.
If you want to know where their dance
is taking them...
...just come,
and dance with me.
©stoic_poet
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