Dancing Poem by Nia Williams

Dancing



I dream of dancing with the trees
Amongst the bitter tones of autumn
The whispering air, my gentle hand
Floats between the intertwining
Of the Ivy's rainbow leaves
That swirl around my naked toes
Mesmerised by my surroundings
I dream of dancing with the trees.

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