Sunday, September 11, 2005

Poetry

Dream Variations


To fling my arms wide
In some place of the sun
To whirl and to dance
Til the white day is done
Then rest at cool evening
Beneath a tall tree
While night comes on gently
Dark like me ... that is my dream.



To fling my arms wide
In some place of the sun
Dance whirl whirl
Til the quick day is done
Rest at pale evening
A tall slim tree
Night coming tenderly
Black like me.

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