Silently Tiptoeing Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Silently Tiptoeing



Fountains splashing many colors over shadows in the night,
filling empty spaces with it's beautiful colored lights.

Dancing, doing the ballet, it tiptoes silently - never
seeing into hearts that stand and watch it play in the
darkening of a shadow's evening.

Tuesday, September 23, 2014
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