Some dance to music
some to rising dust
I dance to magical strokes
of a worn paint brush.
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Once stanza with the impact of seven. Beautiful and complete. I’ve just discovered you via opoetoo’s blog and if you don’t mind I would like to add you to my blog roll.
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I would be honored to be on your blog roll. Thank you and also, thank you for your kind words.
Nochipa
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