DanceA Poem by NevilleDance Dance not upon Swollen dew
soaked Meadows But on banks
of mill pools Deep dark and
still Where I shall
have My way between
these Shadows Keen and calling Deep dark and
still Somewhere gasping
Laughing loving
mid Quiet forest Cool calm and becoming
Deep dark and
still Then to dance a
dance Of freedom sighing Ne’er to come This way again Dark deep and
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Added on May 8, 2019Last Updated on June 26, 2019 AuthorNevilleGone West folks....., United KingdomAboutSometimes my imagination get's the better of me and then the pen takes over .. more..Writing
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