Bellyfull Shelleyfull
The golden raysOf evening sway
Hearts to dance in delight.
I’m more a morning fan
But can’t deny this sight.
So let me clasp their hands,
Match feet to beat:
Body, compete.
In ancient times
For lack of rhymes
People sang out askew
But every mouth would sing
Regardless of a cue.
Each would their own note bring.
So now, this dusk
We’ll do as such.
Let’s sing and dance until night’s here.
When the stars arrive, with what glee they’ll stare.
Poetry by Sameen
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Written on 2026-06-03 at 14:40
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Clara Mae Gregory |
