Ghost Dance Poem by David Blake
Ghost Dance
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Too much time, to little fear and
now the air is crystal clear. How,
is as irrelevant as all that time
that has passed. Flashes of light
glimpses of something that once
seemed so right, whispers if you
will of something that happened
so very long ago. The virtue of
life and ever thing that is, now a
dream, a vision and nothing
more.
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4/19/2024 10:36:48 PM # 1.0.0.1119
A very interesting poem. Almost gives you the feeling of dejavu. I like the metaphor of the ghost dance. Well done! Thanks Ashley