The Dance
One can easily be swept from their feet
Brought up to the lips to meet
Swirling love into their head
One can easily be turned
One can easily be swayed
To never come back another day
To see the others of the world
To be swept right off their feet again
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Soul Memories
PoetryThese are a series of rumblings from my days as a young, inexperienced poet.
