late at night she writes
paper softly rustles
under her dancing pen
like silk rustles
with the graceful sway
of a danseuse’s body
spilling the same beauty
one on paper
the other on dance floor
magicians at work.
late at night she writes
paper softly rustles
under her dancing pen
like silk rustles
with the graceful sway
of a danseuse’s body
spilling the same beauty
one on paper
the other on dance floor
magicians at work.
Your style and approach always touch the heart my dearest friend !
Good Morning !
thanks a lot aman! good morning
Such a loving flowing image you create here with your words.
thanks charles.
beautiful …
thanks helena.
This is lovely.
thanks dear friend.
Lovely and can imagine myself doing so.
thanks a lot yoshiko.
You are welcome and keep it up.
A lovely poem, Sharmishta. This is so gentle. A poet wears her heart on her sleeve, doesn’t she? Feeling so deeply enables the words to spill out.
if i judge by myself, i will have to sheepishly agree
Your work makes me move and groove both inside and out! Hugs!
your loving comments make my day!
You are a magician; to be sure, Sharmishtha…
This was magically done…!
you are an angel!
awesome awesome! metaphors dancing around in words!
thank you my dear friend.
Beautifully written Sharmishtha! The magic of writing and dancing are finely tuned here!
writing so resembles music and painting!