Ballroom BlissA Poem by Blue Moon Ice CreamAn old-fashioned dance
Dancing, whirling
Smiling, turning Crisp, black heels click on polished oak Warm eyes and steady hands Waltzing, drifting Smooth melody from harmonious violin strings Rainbow gowns twirl Elegant curls bounce Transported from ballroom to pearly skies By a rush of sweeping sound Viva la vida
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7 Reviews Added on May 1, 2011 Last Updated on May 1, 2011 AuthorBlue Moon Ice CreamKSAboutShoot, you guys are going to think I'm a poet because that's all I've left on here. Well, I'd still appreciate feedback on those two-year-old poems, but I feel like I should add a disclaimer that the.. more..Writing
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