Saturday, May 23, 2015

Sand Dust Dance.

The eve of the night
The shadow of a light
The moon great height
The death of a dark night

Maidens ring out calls
A set time for a strut
Great is the stock
Beyond their thought

A tap to the rhyme
The move in time
Everyone waits in line
The best on the lead

The struggle to shine
The vigour to each step
The drip of waters
The change in wind

Photo Source: Google

1 comment:

  1. Oh! Pity the rain didn't let them finish their dance.