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A Poem by Ana B.
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Picked up the pen))))

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Does it matter which song?

As long as I dance;

Belligerent is the concept of ‘’wrong’’

Yet graceful is the heart full of romance.

Are we alone in this ballroom?

Did I learn how to dance in synch?

Am I too naïve to presume

That all we have is this unassailable link?

That makes us float above the doubts

And sing to the wind,

Giving fatuous shapes to the clouds,

As the stars obediently dimmed

And made room for love.


 

 

© 2021 Ana B.


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Ana B.
Love this russian artist


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The artist has a sweet voice.

Behind my eyes I can see the couple moving to their music - so nicely depicted... Hi Ana, has been awhile. Hope all is good within your purview.

Posted 2 Months Ago


Chris

2 Months Ago

Awww... Your weather being ok? - heard of widespread flooding?
Ana B.

2 Months Ago

The weather is brutal. Very hot. I've read about the flooding through Europe....here is just very ho.. read more
Chris

2 Months Ago

downright "toasty"... sort of sunscreen under the clothes weather.
I love music. All music that make the feet move. I enjoyed the deep thoughts and how you twisted the words dear Ana to hopeful ending. The painting was beautiful also. Thank you my friend for sharing the amazing poetry and your thoughts.
Coyote

Posted 2 Months Ago


Ana B.

2 Months Ago

Thank you my dear friend for always having warm words for me. Hugs
Coyote Poetry

2 Months Ago

You are welcome dear Ana.
You picked your pen up Ana. Beautiful image you have posted. There is always a place for love and a place for dance. Whether poetry or dance it's a way to be creative and express one's inner self.

Chris

Posted 2 Months Ago


Ana B.

2 Months Ago

Thank you for the inspiration Chris!!
Chris Shaw

2 Months Ago

You know I am so pleased that you've got going again. Really makes me smile :))
Ana B.

2 Months Ago

Me too :))))))
I think there is always room for love, and it is always the time to dance.
the finest expression of self is in dance and dance is poetry as much as writing the feelings down.
so glad to see that you picked up the pen again, ana,
j.

Posted 2 Months Ago


Ana B.

2 Months Ago

I agree completely Jacob, thank you for your words and for stopping by.
'.. sing to the wind, - Giving fatuous shapes to the clouds, - As the stars obediently dimmed - And made room for love.. '

We don't have to understand the words to feel their meaning? The video, that lovely painting,. and of course, your heart-felt words - create a Whole that creates the finest illusion: the being of self, without apology because - how you feel and how you are is for you and perhaps, another. Whichever - liberated, set free.. like it or not.

Posted 2 Months Ago


Ana B.

2 Months Ago

Very insightful dear friend. Thank you, as always, for shining some light 'round here. Hugs!
emmajoy

2 Months Ago

I try.. truly do.. x

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