Your pronged fingers and open ribs Your pelvis isn't tucked under Your bent knees Your...
Deep in the woods in the dark of night Creatures crawling, hunting til daylight Did anyone...
My love is pouring out of my pen, The rocking smoothness of this feeling, My heart never...
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She points her petite toes throughout the day,
While she writes with her thunderous mind at night...
The beauty of ballet is not found in the graceful plié nor the elegance of a perfect glissade...
What is Edgar Doing in My Garden?
like pastels by Degas soft pink peonies pirouette...
Dance Delilah à peau Claire With poise and savoir-faire Only for me, me alone ...
THE BALLET DANCER DANCES TO THE DYING SWAN, DANCES IN THE MOON LIGHT AND THE STARS SHE DANCES GRACEFULLY...
Tell her that's young Then recall Your own intermittent youth And try ...
The ocean lay still this night, No ripple born, A sheer mirror in the darkness...
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It is in the harmony between man And Nature Where beauty is perfumed And glitters...
It is in the harmony between man And Nature Where beauty is perfumed And glitters,...
Foregoing the measure of my Love for her I approximate, the size of the moon And if it...
It is in the harmony between man And Mother Nature Where beauty is perfumed And...
F oregoing the measure of my Love for her I approximate, the size of the moon If it cannot...