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Dancing Dreams

Rating: 3.9

blank pages stare back at her
a book full of them
feeling uninspired she sits by her window sill
staring at the trees, the houses, the passersby.
she opens the window to get a better look.
the wind whips her unruly black hair around her face,
her breath visible before her.
she leans out of the window
arms outstretched, fingers brushing the wind.
her skin is translucent, ethereal,

white as the snowflakes dancing in the air
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Kimberly Hooten 19 January 2005

I think your poem is gorgeous. Well done.

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Poetry Hound 26 December 2004

Not bad, but you might want to run spellcheck on your poetry before you post it.

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