Sun Dance

Gentle does the breeze blow
caressing this upturned face
to the sun god made abeyance
as the blades of grass dance
swaying to the song of the wind
flowing down the ridges
of the mountains to the plains
to where a speck of soul
breathes in the joys of freedom
turning and turning
in her own little world
arms wide open ready to embrace
the dawn of a new day
with the sun melting away
the coldness of yesterday

-eamarifosque 02012017-

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