A collection of Oriental/Eastern Poetry |
| Dancing Free The falling snow, dancing bright, moves to rhythms, softly blurred. A symphony, dressed in white, with crystal notes, seen not heard. In my mindβs eye, joining in, I feel the cold embrace me. I twirl and swirl, neβer to fall. My fantasy, dancing free. An entry for "Invalid Item" Form: Ch'i Yen Shih Meter Line Count: 8 |