Monday, February 6, 2017

Color Collage Poem

The faint peach pink of the dress swayed as she danced,
just as elegantly and gracefully as her.
The ballroom stopped just to watch her feet grace the floor.
Fast and swaying just like the train of the dress.
As if her feet were telling a story,
that everyone should follow and listen along to.
Without rhyme or reason she danced,
but its all she wanted to do.

1 comment:

  1. This is totally going to be you at Prom isn't it? "The ballroom stopped just to watch her feet grace the floor." : )

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