Jacob C.

Bliss

Two shadows of dancers
Cast by moonlight on the grass.
And music, which is gently born
From wood and strings
Flows like the breeze
Over silk and soil.

The touch, so tender
Over wounds not yet healed,
The fat boy never misses.
Slow feet and fast hearts,
Their touch so smooth.
Destiny takes its course.




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