DANCING QUEEN
Dancing Queen
lemons, clay, Orange tired eyes
almost like they had been hypnotized
with so much Love on their minds,
With dancing queens that are not so mean;
With so much beauty they seam to hold
In a life that is so cold, but they stand so bold,
from newly liberated air.
They stand up smelling the mystery around the land;
A storm-colored skies that beautify's the night,
Dawn fiery arms that seam so strong dancing away
Too better days to come with Love on the run.
everything I need is staring back at me on hands and knees;
orange blossoms in the stunning of the day,
Where true Love makes it's way, endlessly,
effortlessly, I breathe the Love that sets my heart to thee.
Poetic Lilly J. Emery (c)
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