Quick, Quick, Slow
She danced with him,
quick, quick, slow-
Then grabbed his wrist
‘where’d you go?’
His boots grasped the sandy ground
‘No where ma’am, no place to be found.’
His face was handsome,
Surrounded by light brown curls.
She liked the look,
Picked a strand off hair,
and around her finger twirled.
He let her do, he flushed a blush
‘I’m sorry,’ she changed,
‘I’m in a rush.’
‘Just one dance,
quick, quick, slow-
After this, I must go.’
The moon went down, the morning came,
The fires faded, and the dancing disappeared
Like a translucent dream.
The wind blew amused
over the grassland between the mountains.
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| september: | Woensdag, september 24, 2025 10:58 |
| Mooi dromerig tafereel.. Knap gedicht zo in het engels Dreaming Star. |
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| Auteur: Dreaming Star | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: christina | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 23 september 2025 | ||
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