
A skilled dancer salsas with the moon those nights when the moon is full.
Her hair wisps in the night air as she moves through the universe.
The pits in the moon reflect the glow of light onto the dancer.
She’s on an island of her own decent…in that moment…in that moonlight.
This was written for Paula Light’s Paint Chip Friday prompt. The keywords were “island salsa” along with the image above.
Nice! Thanks for participating 💕
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Thank you for having me 🌷
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A beautiful poem Em.
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Thank you, Sadje 🤗
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You’re welcome
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Hey Em! A wonderful poem for the prompt wprds! xo
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Thanks so much! X
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