The Actress Poem by Tamara Beryl Latham

The Actress

Her form holds the scent of Jasmine,
Slight like Laura Wingfield and fragile
as pieces of a Crystal menagerie.

She moves,
as if balanced between dihedral angles of light
(like a star's dance of radiant energy)
with an alluring smile,
warmer than meadows of wildflowers
on an idle Day in Spring.

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