The Dance of the Wretched Hands.

Sleep is a waltz back to your arms.
Still you wait,
Across the black expanse.
Patient in the round,
Counting meter, marking time.
The Dance of the Wretched Hands.



Poetry by CJ Perrin
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Written on 2012-11-29 at 03:00

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shells
I agree with the other comments, beautiful, especially the opening line.
2012-11-30


Lilly Negoi
this is simply beautiful :).
one more or one less word and this would become imperfect.
2012-11-29


Nathalia
Beautiful.
2012-11-29