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Dance, I said to the boy in the glass
Staring back at me with a darkening mask
Dance, I begged, with love and pain
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I enjoyed this piece immensely, and look forward to reading more of your work. Well done!
This changing phase is a bane and a boon at the same time. You have expressed it very beautifully Nice poem Anjana
Sometimes the biggest insult to change, are those things that defiantly remain the same. Damned moon. A beautiful write.
Dance with the moon in the child’s eye Light of the moon and the child’s soul sun in the child’s laugh the rain in the child’s tear hope in his stuttered speech.. till here i read and was very happy. But the last line..... made me sad. Exhaling life with a sudden sigh a great poem with wonderful expressions and imagination. thank you for sharing. tony