Poem -
Little Dancer
 The point of toes
 Count eight to four
 She, eyes of twilight
 Faster than before
 ​​​​​​​​Feet like a mouse
 Quiet, quick yet soft
 Jumps as though she could fly
 Tight and neat her hair
 As though she could singÂ
 A dance like night
She the star, of this twilight
Support CosmoFunnel.com
You can help support the upkeep of CosmoFunnel.com via PayPal.
Comments
Lovely poetry newt, it simply dances of the page and finishes just in time as the curtain closes. Welcome to cosmofunnel.