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The laughter rippling ’cross her lips
Brings sweetness as the honey drips...
Her crystal eyes are flashing blue -
They beckon with a misty hue...
Her feral strands of golden hair
Are waving gaily in the air...
The music plays, her swirling dance
Entangles in a mystic trance...
Terry O’Leary defines himself as "A physicist lacking gravity...".
Hi Terry. This is a nicely-written poem of soft and gentle verses that captivate my mind. Thank you so much for sharing and continued blessings!
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Thank you, you are always so very kind!!
DeleteAh, yes, the "physicist lacking gravity" - supposedly, but you sure do possess balance and rhythm, so now, who really cares about the supposed deficiency in gravity? Either way, you are way up on it! Sheri
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ReplyDeleteOh my goodness ! I am there. What a beautifully descriptive,drawing write. Great Job Terry. Really!I am impressed.
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Terry, as always, your first lines capture me and hold me transfixed throughout the rest of your poem. I never want to see it end. You have that kind of special talent Terry! Always a pleasure to read your work. Blessings, Connie
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