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.
Graceful
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About the author
Inkdrop is freelance writer with a passion for exploring the intersections between nature, architecture, and artistic expression. With a background in computing, and writing – his pen name harks back to when he played around with rhymes and a fountain pen. Now joined by a selection of created photos from an acquired DSLR camera He shares insights with scribblers of all backgrounds. Outside of visiting museums and exploring the latest in exhibits , he enjoys walking through the countryside in pursuit of the next rainbow.
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