Child Called Dancer

Naked night’s secret smile

Our child’s warm caramel breath…

Wake me, old this sacred day

And let me look…

O, Dancer, you can almost fly!

©Lazul Brightwing/Sapphire Sparrow, 2019 ~ All rights reserved.

http://play.magneticpoetry.com/poem/Poet/kit/

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