CommunityA Poem by MarkBeing human presumes we will move in unison, in pairs, on battlefields or light as feathers on air; we dance. Under the life giving blaze of the sun in red fields where death ends without understanding, or clarity; we dance. Billions of tears, billions of laughs on joy spread like butter on toasts of romance In searing hate, in bone jarring love; we dance. Always, under the stars seeing in moonlight or not tearing at hearts or mending souls; we dance. We might hold ourselves apart away from life, with hope of God. Still, without each other how can we dance?
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13 Reviews Added on March 5, 2014 Last Updated on October 31, 2014 AuthorMarkDallas, TXAboutI"m a gypsy born in New Hampshire, raised in Alaska, schooled in Washington, raised a family in California. Recently settled in Houston area. Where to next? I don't really have to think about it, it j.. more..Writing
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