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The Dance Of Sarah Anne
She dances in the falling snow With outstretched arms, Bewitching even the angels With her sweet charms.
Eyes closed, she dances Among the falling snow, Her face illuminated By soft moon glow.
Under a protective canopy Of falling white lace, On pointed toe, she turns With a feminine grace.
Snowy diamonds sparkle In her long hair, While her green eyes twinkle From a face so fair.
She whirls and twirls Under the moon’s spotlight, As her soft laughter echoes Into the dark black night.
Poem copyrighted © 2004 by Lydia Warner Miller Web site copyrighted © 2012 by Lydia Warner Miller Cell: 530-391-5056 Home: 530-644-5594 email: brokenbadge8@yahoo.com lydia-miller.artistwebsites.com Fine Art America.com search Lydia Miller 2379 Indian Wells Road Placerville, CA 95667 |
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