Ophelia Poem by Jim David Morris
Ophelia
There's a lady in a white linen gown
She struts fiercely towards the stage
Raising her drowning eyes, alone in this town
O' sweet Ophelia, of beautiful rage
Take my hand, dance with me
Away to the rose garden
Do you see what I see
Dancing your way to stardom
Ophelia, do you hear my voice
Would you cross the red line
Swaying with rejoice
Taste the new wine
Saturday, December 17, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: dance
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