There’s something about this young maiden
The way her hair rises to praise the heavens

Stars in her eyes; all bright and glowing
How her skin sparkles; how it glistens

She’ll tell her story and you will listen
To the warm, rich tones of her voice

She’ll move her feet
How she can dance
Her dainty leaps
The shy, sweet glance

And then she’ll come and take your hand
“Please, dance with me”
Her soft voice pleads

She’ll take you on a walk
Along the bank of her mind’s stream
Till the sun sets and dusk is drawn
And she leads you into your dreams

Her touch is inviting
Her kisses divine
Her aura is bright
Her smile a delight

She’ll let you climb the walls of her city
She whispers
“You better know how to please me”


My musings on World Poetry Day collated themselves into this little piece while I strolled the streets of Twitter. How did you mark the day?


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