..
She’s dragon-dawned
in crimson shimmerspark.
Breeze-breathe her in, all bubble
-melted sky, whispered curl.
She’s girl. Shadow. Cloud. Open
jar. Twisted scar. Dancing rose.
She leaves you greened
and grinning, right on cue.
Skips and spills your journey
forward; through.
Lulls your day.
Dances away.
..
The Quadrille with all the words.
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Reblogged this on By the Mighty Mumford and commented:
AND IN A VERY TALENTED TONGUE…BY ME SAINTS ALIVE!
Oh I wish she wouldn’t dance away… she sounds perfect.
She’s girl. Shadow. Cloud. Open
jar. Twisted scar. Dancing rose…………. wow, love this
Wow. This is magical!
So fun, so intriguing.
Crimson shimmerspark! Such a free tongue!
Tee hee. Methinks she’s a burlesque/belly-dancer. 🙂
This is high on my favorites list. Outstanding.
I like the idea of something being “dragon-dawned”.
She is some thing else ~ Love this De ~
You never disappoint, Whimsy.