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Monday, April 25, 2011

DAY 25- POEM 3. In The Twinkling-

In The Twinkling 

High above the twinkled twirls
Of breathless children eyes wide
She walks soft pink shoes on
The white rope solely tulle 
Fluttering with the quiet
Calm of folding
Butterfly flicker
High above the twinkled twirls
One delicate doe ankle crosses
Again and then again
Tulle catching the light
As breathless children eyes 
Silent but for the first
Piercing scream of the 
First child to see a perfect
Pink toe about to step
Onto the air

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