The Inkwell

from inkdrop – poetry, places and events

Graceful

Dancing like a gentle butterfly

Advancing round the spring blossoms

Never leaving my sight for a second

Could I be dreaming ? perhaps – till she lets my hand

Enter hers, and we waltz gently

Round the disco lit floor.

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