The Cosmic Dancer
A poem
by Samantha Reynolds
Republished without permission
11/3/2015
I am not old, she said
I am rare
I am the standing ovation
at the end of the play
I am the retrospective
of my life
as art
I am the hours
connected like dots
into good sense
I am the fullness
of existing
you think I am waiting to die
but I am waiting to be found
I am a treasure
I am a map
these wrinkles are imprints
of my journey
ask me
anything.
~ by Chris Hibbard on November 3, 2015.
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Very nice!
Ravish Star said this on November 3, 2015 at 1:38 pm
Great pic
Girl_On_Track said this on November 3, 2015 at 1:56 pm