Pure Ecstasy Poem by EU STRESS

Pure Ecstasy



I dance in white flowing attire
Beside the dancing, white peacock.
Shaking its spotless white plumes.

Round and round we twirl like a white feather,
To conjure a whirlpool of white milk
Emerging into a white rose.

Thursday, April 10, 2008
Topic(s) of this poem: dance,rose
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