Dancers Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Dancers



Gyrating, letting little bells tinkle and ring in the afternoon sun.
Many colored skirts and costumes flaring out as dancers continually
move about - up and across the stage with very little movement.

Tuesday, October 22, 2013
Topic(s) of this poem: sun
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