Dance of FoolsA Poem by Emma Claire
I've developed a desire to
dance in the rain-- to allow droplets to kiss my skin and blur my vision Splish Splash I dance for an audience of one-- a giddy performance that leaves me dizzy and drunk, and silly Slpish Splash I feel childish, I feel naive, I giggle I look down to see my shoes muddy, my laces untied, I better be careful, I might slip, trip, and fall But these thoughts of precaution wash away -- it's much more fun twirling... twirling in the rain.
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