Hearing a waltz in my dream, I’m dancing.
Gliding across the floor, like I was flying,
greeted by your smile, I watch you advancing
directly towards me, dart straight, without trying.
Yielding to your embrace, I find romancing,
grasping your heart’s the beat that leaves me sighing.
A contest entry
- Harrisham Rhyme by Harrisham Minhas.
800 points, ended December 27, 2008, 8 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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a good piece of poetry penned, ah let the mnd continue dancing forermore inside the crazy shapes that are dreams, and love, as bold as a sigh, as fine as rhythm.


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Aww...this is cute.
Well-expressed.
Thanks for your entry.
Harrisham Minhas





