Dancing Here Poem by David Blake

Dancing Here



Eyes as dark blue as the winter sky,
a gentle breeze and the promise of
tomorrow are all I ever knew of love.
The path long, the game short and
now alone I stand with no defense
shivering in the icy cold. Lost in a
valley of memories and dreams, I
am amazed that among all the
daemons I see, none seem to
resemble me.

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