The muses they dance,
In a slow, sultry tango
One comes and one goes,
Across a white floor that glows
to life only for their minds.
Published by Vanessa
Mother, WRITER, artist, student, dreamer, civil and human rights activist,
humanitarian, minister in process, mystic, sentient being.
I write to remember; I write to discover; I write to understand; in order to be closer/higher/connected.
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